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When there was a question of temporal dominion to be fought out, the Pope did not hesitate to wage war against that faithful son of the Church, King Philip; nor did King Philip hesitate to send the Duke of Alva, the exterminator of Protestants, to enter the Roman states and lay waste the territories of the Pope. Frane and Spain were upon the brank of open war when Philip arrived in England.
"Bunkers," explained Frane, Junior. "What's dem?" asked Mammy June, apparently puzzled. "Is dey to play with, or is dey to eat? Bunkers! Lawsy!" Rose giggled delightedly. "They are to play with," laughed Alice suddenly. "That is what they are for, Mammy June." "You see you play pretty with them, then," said the old woman, shaking her head and speaking admonishingly.
"Oh!" murmured Russ again. "I guess I didn't understand. Let me see the fish, will you, please?" "You can look," said Frane passing him the cylinder of bark. "But maybe we have scared him off, talking so much." The big catfish, however, had not been scared away. After a few moments, and with Frane's aid, Russ Bunker got the wooden spyglass focused on the proper point.
He knelt down beside Frane, and finally lay right down on his stomach and likewise peered over the side of the log. The log-bridge had been made quite flat on its upper surface with a broadaxe, and all the bark had long since worn off. It was all of thirty feet long, but it was just as firm as the arch of a stone bridge. "There!" whispered Frane. "I saw a flicker then. Yep! He's there!
Don't let 'em hear you," warned Frane, Junior. Then he added: "Get down here 'side o' me. When I spot him I'll let you squint through this too." Russ understood now that his companion was trying to see one of the fish that lived in the stream perhaps the "big fellow" Frane had spoken of. Russ grew quite excited and he took off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.
"I know there isn't anything of the kind. Cats hate water." He had already learned that Frane, Junior, was apt to exaggerate. Russ thought the Armatage boy was letting his fancy run wild at this present moment. "It is a cat," murmured Frane. "I can see his whiskers moving. Yep, a big fellow! Want to see?" and he took his eye away from the bark cylinder.
The colored children shouted and Frane, Junior, ran right off the log and came screaming to the cabin: "He's gone down! He's gone down!" "What is the matter with you, Frane?" demanded the old woman, coming heavily down off the porch. "Who's gone down? Wha's he gone down to?" "Russ has gone down," announced Frane. "He's gone down after the catfish." "Lawsy me!" exclaimed Mammy June.
Rose's mind would not be drawn from the thing in question. She said, quite as fearfully: "Maybe this is a wolf, Russ." "Of course not," declared the boy trying to speak bravely. "There aren't any wolves in this part of the country. I asked Frane, Junior." But there was evidently a savage creature here that Russ Bunker had known nothing about, for now it cried out again!
So this day when Russ made a whole freight train with empty chicken coops, with a caboose at the end and a big engine in front, only Frane took an interest in it aside from the Bunkers themselves. And perhaps his interest was, only held because Russ agreed to make him the engineer while Laddie was fireman. As for Russ himself, he was the conductor at the end of the long train.
Because the Armatage children went and came as they wished, the little Bunkers began to do likewise. The house was so big, too, that the children might be playing a long way from the room in which their mother and father and Mr. Frane Armatage and his wife sat. The servants who were supposed to keep some watch upon the children were now all in the quarters.
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