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"And you two boys were always stuffing up the holes for me, when Ben was away," cried Polly, with affectionate glances at Davie and Joel. "I didn't so much," said Joel honestly, "Dave was always giving boot- tops and such things." "Boot-tops!" repeated Mr. King in astonishment. "Bless me, I didn't know that they had anything in common with stoves."
After some hesitation Pontiac allowed him to see Dave, and soon the two were face to face in the hut. Pontiac wished to set a spy to listen to what was said, but another matter claimed his attention. "Jean Bevoir!" cried Dave. "What brings you to this place?" "Not so loud!" answered Jean Bevoir in a whisper. "Morris, I am your friend, believe me." "My friend?" ejaculated the young pioneer. "Oui!
"Where will you get dinner, Uncle Dunston?" "At the International." "All right I'll be there before long," answered Dave, and sprang to the ground. "But what's up?" cried Phil. He could see that his chum was much disturbed. "I I can't tell you, Phil. But I'll be back before you finish your dinner."
Leaving that individual to others, Stone and Boot dashed into a rear room, throwing up the window. In the darkness a second man also rushed for the cellar doorway. But Dave Darrin's extended right hand closed on that party's collar. "You're my prisoner," Dave hissed, throwing his man backward to the floor.
"They would have stolen anything that they could get away with safely. Hello! There's a light over there in the woods." "Another camping party?" Dave wondered. "Tramps, more likely. Suppose we speak low and advance with caution until we know where we are and whom we're likely to meet." In silence the high school boys drew nearer.
A number of figures were just visible, coming along the ridge to the right. 'There are more than half a dozen, he whispered sharply. 'More like double that number. And that looks like an officer with them. 'We'd best make ourselves scarce, suggested Dave quietly. 'Too late for that, answered Ken. 'They're bound to see us.
I 'ain't got the freedom of a peon." Blaze sighed and shook his shaggy head. "You know me, Dave; I never used to be scared of nobody. Well, it's different now. She rides me with a Spanish bit, and my soul ain't my own." With a sudden lightening of his gloom, he added: "Say, you're going to stay right here with us as long as you're in town; I want you to see how I cringe."
Hence it was that the time glided pleasantly on, with the two lads finding plenty of opportunities for the various amusements which gratified them when not occupied in some way about the farms. It was a few days after the conversation with the squire that Tom proposed a turn after the fish in Hickathrift's boat. "We could pole ourselves without Dave; and let's ask Mr Marston to come.
The white men, and especially Dave and Henry, were glad enough to shift from the outside camp to the log house as soon as one end of the building was completed. All was still in a crude state, but sleeping under any sort of roof was preferable to the open.
Carmody again. But this time Dave was too quick for him. He pushed the man back, turned him around, and sent him flying down the steps to the street. "Now, you go on!" he cried. "If you don't, you'll get into trouble!" "That's what!" said Roger. "Perhaps you'd like to be arrested," added Phil. "Come on!" said Larry Jaley, in a low voice. "Come on, Sol.
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