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Will you look at him? I think the fever's gone!" They went hand in hand like two girls, and they leaned above the bed where Whistling Dan lay smiling as he slept. On the floor Black Bart growled faintly, opened one eye on them, and then relapsed into slumber. There was no longer anything to guard against in that house.
And he thought as he looked at his brother: "Stand up for her, you muff. You may be as rich as you please, I can always eclipse you when I take the trouble." As they drank their coffee he said to his father: "Are you going out in the Pearl to-day?" "No, my boy." "May I have her with Jean Bart?" "To be sure, as long as you like."
"Simply that you, Sir Jarvy, say to a certain Sir Gervaise Oakes, Bart., Vice-Admiral of the Red, and Member for Bowldero, in your own mind, 'now, if I can just leave that fellow, Dick Bluewater, behind me, with four or five ships, he'll never desert me, when in front of the enemy, whatever he might do with King George; and so I'll make sure of him by placing the question in such a light that it shall be one of friendship, rather than one of loyalty."
They carried the burden of the grand and simple old tune nearly alone. The fine mezzo-soprano of the mother, the splendid tenor of Morris, and the rich baritone of Bart, in their united effect, had never been equalled in the hearing of that assembly. The melody was a sweet and fitting finale of the day, swelling out and dying away in the high arches of the forest.
As the troops drew nearer, it could be seen that all the men were clad in brand-new uniforms as though for a festive occasion. "Getting ready to celebrate in advance," murmured Bart. "They must feel pretty sure of themselves." "Just Prussian bluff," growled Tom. "They think it will brace up Fritz, and that we'll think it's all over but the shouting and lighting out for home."
You're a truthful, reliable boy, Stirling, and I I respect you," stumbled on the colonel. "Mum's the word, and I'll I'll make you no trouble, see?" "Thank you, Colonel Harrington," said Bart in a queer tone. The colonel again regarded him penetratingly, and then got into the cab. He took the trouble of leaning out and waving his hand as the vehicle started up.
He came to a clearing, forcing his way past a border of prickly bushes, the tops of which seemed freshly broken, as though a wagon had recently passed over them. As he got past them, Bart came to a decisive halt, and stared hard and with a thrill of satisfaction. Twenty feet away, under a spreading tree, a horse was tethered, and right near it was a red wagon holding a trunk.
All at once he awoke in a fright, for something hard was thumping and pawing at his chest, and on looking up, there was Black Boy right over him, scraping and pawing at him as if impatient to go on. "Why, I must have been asleep," cried Bart, catching at the horse's head-stall and thrusting him away. "Gently, old boy; your hoofs are not very soft. You hurt."
They'd have had no end of a job to dig down in this stony ground. But you've killed the bear among you?" "Yes; she's dead enough." "That's well. Who fired the shot as finished her? Don't say you let Juan or Sam, or I won't forgive you." "I fired the last, and brought her down," said Bart quietly enough. "That's right," said Joses, "that's right; you ought to be a good shot now."
"What do you make of it, old man?" asked Bart. "It looks like a map," said Frank. "Right!" exclaimed the other lad. "It looks like a map, and I believe that is what it is." There is a river, or road, and mountains, something that looks like a lake, and then a tiny cross. The cross must be a landmark. "Yes; and you will note that it is at the end of what looks like a river."
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