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"If he doesn't get out of there in about thirty seconds, he's going over the dam!" But just as Jerry mounted the last clump of rocks, just as Dave's desperate shouts had aroused Tod to a realization of his danger, something happened.
The stars were out long before Dave's train drew into the suburbs of Denver. It crawled interminably through squalid residence sections, warehouses, and small manufactories, coming to a halt at last in a wilderness of tracks on the border of a small, narrow stream flowing sluggishly between wide banks cut in the clay.
She refused food except on condition that an exactly similar helping should be conveyed to Dave in the Horsetickle. She withdrew the condition that Uncle Moses and herself should forthwith convey Dave's share of the repast to him, in consideration of a verbal guarantee that little girls were not allowed in such Institutions. Why she accepted this so readily is a mystery.
"Little of both," replied the captain. "And this is my plan. You girls must know some organization that would just take this little responsibility off Dave's shoulders." "Certainly," spoke up Louise. "The Girl Scouts have a very trustworthy headquarters, and if this particular piece of work was not ours we could very readily place it where it belongs." "Exactly, just exactly.
But he knew, without turning round, that the racer galloping at his heels was drawing closer. Its long shadow thrown in front of it by the westering sun, reached to Dave's stirrups, crept to Chiquito's head, moved farther toward the other shadow plunging wildly eastward. Foot by foot the distance between the horses lessened to two lengths, to one, to half a length.
Then, you see, I wanted a helping hand now and again, and she had her sight, and could make shift to keep order in the place. I had every comfort, be sure!" This was spoken with roused emphasis, as though to dissipate uneasiness about herself. "I saw you had some nice furniture," said Gwen. "I was on the look out for your desk, where Dave's letters were written." "Yes, it's mahogany.
But Sister Nora was talking rather at random, and there may have been no jealousy of old Maisie in the heart of old Phoebe. Moreover, Gwen's was not an inquiry-question demanding an answer. It was interrogative chat. She was thinking all the while how amused Adrian would have been with Dave's letter and the escaped prisoner.
That dustbin was the outward and visible sign of the decadence of Sapp. In the last house down the Court, the one that was so handy to the dustbin, lived a very small boy and a still smaller sister. There were other members of the household to wit, their Uncle Moses and their Aunt M'riar, who were not husband and wife, but respectively brother and sister of Dave's father and mother.
Three times Dave's hand came smartly up to the visor of his cap in salute, while the other men in his section looked straight ahead. Reaching Academic Hall Dave marched his section mates into the recitation room. Lieutenant Bradshaw, the instructor, was already present, standing by his desk. Darrin saluted the lieutenant as soon as he had halted the section.
"You've gotten yourself in badly, Dave," Dan remarked at last. "The fellows don't even think it worth while to come here and remonstrate with you." "For which I'm thankful," Darrin smiled. "Danny boy, I'm going to bed without waiting for taps." By morning the news of Dave's action at the class meeting was known throughout the brigade.
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