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"By this time the Dean's clothes had become entirely dry; so each dressed himself in the clothes that belonged to him, and then we started over to the nearest brook, where we bathed our hands and faces, drying them on an old bandanna handkerchief which I was lucky enough to have in my pocket.
I thought if I could get some of the skins of these pretty foxes, they would be nice warm things to wrap the Dean's hands and feet in, so I began flinging stones at them as hard as I could; but the cunning beasts dodged every one of them, and, running away up the hillside, chattered in such a lively manner that it seemed as if they were laughing at me, which provoked me so much that I went on vowing to get the better of them in one way or another.
"Hurrying on, we picked up 'Old Crumply' and 'Dean's Delight, and then hastened back to the hut, which we reached without any further adventure; but on the day following, upon going out to visit our fox-traps, we came across the bear's tracks, from which it was evident to us that the wild beast was prowling round the island, where he had already obtained one good meal, and was in hopes, no doubt, of getting another; and, as we did not know how soon he might feel disposed to begin upon us, we ran back to the hut with all speed, imagining, as we went along, that every rock and snow-drift that we passed was a bear.
There was, however, a hesitant note in Dean's voice. This trip East had been planned for a holiday to find Gordon Sterrett in trouble exasperated him a little. "Go on," he repeated, and then added half under his breath, "Get it over with." "Well," began Gordon unsteadily, "I got back from France in February, went home to Harrisburg for a month, and then came down to New York to get a job.
Congreve, Lord Harcourt, &c., and I do not doubt projected to sweep the Dean's whole inheritance, if he could have persuaded him to throw up his deanery, and come to die in his house; and his general preaching against money was meant to induce people to throw it away, that he might pick it up.
"Who is that girl in ringlets, the fourth in the third row on the right?" said Master Langdon. "Charlotte Ann Wood," said Miss Darley; "writes very pretty poems." "Oh! And the pink one, three seats from her? Looks bright; anything in her?" "Emma Dean, day-scholar, Squire Dean's daughter, nice girl, second medal last year."
The thread of the Dean's oration was quite broken by Kennedy's impetuous interruption, and he merely added "Well, Mr Kennedy, I am sorry to see you so little penitent for the position in which you have placed yourself. You have disappointed the expectation of all your friends, and however you may brazen it out, your character has contracted a stain."
I'm to see the president." "It's been arranged you're to see the dean instead. Sit down. Dean's engaged just now." Carl was kept waiting for a half-hour.
Scarcely had the dean and his friend reached the room when two messengers arrived from the dean's uncle, the archbishop, summoning him to his death-bed. Being unwilling, however, to forego the lessons he was about to receive, he contented himself with a respectful reply.
"Besides this 'Old Crumply, we made another weapon, in quite an ingenious way, as we thought, though at a great expense of time and labor. This was called by several names, like the other; but generally I called it the 'Dean's Delight, for it was made after the Dean's idea, and he used to flourish it about at a great rate, and was very proud of it.
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