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A black frown settled down upon the hermit's face, and he clenched his bony hands with a vindictive energy. He stood a few moments, breathing fast and swallowing repeatedly, then said in a husky voice "Dost know it was he that turned us out into the world houseless and homeless?" There was no response. The old man bent down and scanned the boy's reposeful face and listened to his placid breathing.
I will become the pupil of your old master, and you shall be the captain of my band." The change was made. The Captain retired to the cave of the Hermit's Pupil, while the latter, with the hearty consent of all the men, took command of the band of robbers. When the King heard of this change, he was not at all pleased, and he sent for the ex-pupil.
They waited a few minutes longer and then Ned suggested that they look into the window of the lodge once more. The hermit's boy was willing, and they approached the larger building with caution. Much to their astonishment the two strangers had disappeared. "Hullo! what do you make of that?" cried Ned, in amazement. "Perhaps they are in one of the other rooms," suggested Joe.
"Why don't you take a hand sometimes instead of always looking on?" The question surprised her. She glanced at him in momentary embarrassment, met his straight look, and smiled. "Perhaps I am lazy." "That isn't the reason," he said. "Why do you lead a hermit's life? Do you follow your own inclination in so doing? Or are you merely proving yourself a slave to an unwritten law?"
"Better make sure that the stuff they are carrying isn't all right," said Sam. "They may have nothing but soda in those bottles." They hurried along faster than ever but, strange to say, failed to catch up to Lew Flapp and his cronies, who were making for the hermit's den with all possible speed.
This did Sir Gawain tell to the twain. Then they saw, by the parting of the ways, a hermit's cell, fairly builded, and the knights bethought them that they would turn them thither that they might hear and see, and know what the words boded.
"He is eating with the hermit in the wood. But what can you do?" "You stay here," said Silvestro with decision; "that's what you can do. I'll go down." The sound of breaking through undergrowth was followed by rapping at the hermit's door. "What do you want, boy?" said the pious man to the ragged figure in the dark. "Messer Alessandro, my reverend Messer Alessandro at once."
Who are you who talk so wisely, and who wear that silver Cross upon you?" "I am John, the Hermit's pupil, and I am very tired," was the answer. "May we not rest now? To-morrow perhaps we will show you some pretty tricks to pay for our night's lodging." "John," mused the man, "that is a good name! I want no pay from any one who bears that name."
However, we must do our best." The men did not reply, but abruptly changed the current of the old hermit's thoughts by walking towards the door, and urging him to follow them. "It is late," said Barbin. "We have work to do and must hurry."
I wonder what he wants now?" thought Jack. The man soon informed him. "I say, do you think the hermit, as you call him, would be well enough to testify in court about this case?" the detective asked. "What case?" inquired Jack, wondering if the man suspected the reason for the hermit's exile. "The Peters case."
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