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Forcing the ponies into a brisk trot, the boys still found themselves falling behind the hounds. Then, at the guide's suggestion, they went in chase at a lively gallop. The run continued for somewhat more than two hours, until the ponies began to lag, and until every bone in the bodies of the hunters seemed to be crying aloud for rest. The going had been rougher than any they had yet experienced.
At last a bright light flared suddenly across the hay marsh; and from their guide's joyful exclamation, they gathered that it marked the end of their journey. Fire was something human and known; and amazingly cheering. They covered the last lap at a brisk pace. Five tepees, faintly phosphorescent with interior fires, stood in a line where the pine trees bounded the hay marsh.
"These are our rough clothes. Have you any objections to 'em?" The guide's eyes puckered about the corners. "No, sir not any objections and they'd be all right for a day or two until bad weather. But they are hardly the togs for the North. What you want is a good pair of slicker pants, both of you, and plenty of wool inside. Also a rubber coat of some kind, over sheepskin.
Leading our mules leisurely, in spite of the guide's wrath, we entered the gate, strode down the yard, and were placed under a tree in its left corner, close to a low building of rough stone, which the clanking of frequent fetters argued to be a state-prison. This part of the court was crowded with Gallas, some lounging about, others squatting in the shade under the palace walls.
For Maleotti was among the hearers when Dante, yielding to Messer Guide's insistence, consented to read the verses of the unknown poet, and his quick eyes had been as keen as Messer Guido's to understand the meaning of Dante's change of voice and color when Madonna Beatrice came into the room.
I'm an old hand at this game and before we've had our week together I'm banking on you being glad to help me. But to-day you've had enough." "Thanks," mumbled Nucky, as he eagerly followed the guide's suggestions. The early supper tasted delicious to the boy although every muscle in his body ached.
Did I not tell thee yon village was Newington, and here we be now in Southwark, close to London Bridge." Rebecca had forgotten her sister's ailment in the fierce indignation which the bull-baiting had aroused. But now she was brought back to her own personal fears and aims with a rude shock by the strange language Phoebe held. She leaped forward eagerly and touched their guide's shoulder.
But a few moments later Lo went back to his lofty pedestal, for Will heard the guide's voice, and realized that it was the sight of a man, and not the threats of a boy, that had sent the Indian about his business if he had any. The guide had returned to escort Will to the spot which father, after a search of nearly a week, had discovered, and where he had decided to locate our home.
Henry and Ross slipped away into the undergrowth, and Henry soon noticed that the guide's face, which was tense and preoccupied, seemed graver than usual. The boy was too wise to ask questions, but after they had searched through the forest for several hours Ross remarked in the most casual way: "I heard the gobble of a wild turkey away off last night."
"There, Long," he said good-humoredly, "this week won't be up till Monday, but we'll call it even time." Something unpleasant came into the guide's eyes when Field said "Long." "I'll trouble you," he said, "not to mention that there name again, meaning me." He put out his long arm and knuckled hand and drew the bills across the board. He counted out part and pushed the rest back.
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