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Pevy was needed right away at Candace Farm. A picture of poor Hunchie lying white and moaning in the bed rose in Betty's memory. She could not return and report that it was impossible for her to reach the doctor's office. Afraid as she was of the crossed wires, she was more afraid of showing the white feather. If Bob Henderson were here in her situation Betty was sure he would not back down.
"Thank you, Mr. Gordon. You are very kind. I should like to know about my little mare. She is a darling! How this Mr. Bolter came to get her " "Oh, Ida!" cried Betty, breaking in suddenly, "do you know a little man, a crooked little man, named Hunchie Slattery?" "My goodness, Betty! Of course I remember Hunchie. He worked in our stables." "He is with Ida Bellethorne, your pretty mare.
He takes care of her. I talked with him at Mr. Bolter's farm in Virginia. The mare has a cough, and she was sent up here to get well. And I heard Mr. Bolter himself tell Hunchie Slattery that he was to go with her." "Dear me, Betty! if I could find Hunchie, too, I'd feel better. He might be able to tell me how it came that my mare was taken away and sold. She really did belong to me, Mr. Gordon.
A comfortable looking woman with a shawl over her head was hurrying from the kitchen door of the Candace farmhouse. "What has happened to that poor man? He's been battered and kicked about so much, it would seem, there ain't much can happen to him that he hasn't already suffered. "Ah! Poor fellow!" she added, stooping over the senseless Hunchie.
Bill and the rest may be gone for hours, and there's bones broke here, that's sure." "Where's a doctor?" asked Bobby eagerly. "Eleven miles away, my dear, if he's an inch. Dr. Pevy is the only man for a broken bone in these woods. Poor Hunchie!" "Can't we get him into his bed?" asked Betty. "He'll freeze here." "You're right," replied the woman, who afterward told them she was Mrs. Candace.
Pevy had set the bad fracture that Hunchie had suffered and the poor little man had been made as comfortable as he could be made at the time. He had been badly shaken in falling so far at the barn, and the surgeon declared he would be confined to his bed for some weeks. "And oo's to take care of Ida Bellethorne, I ask you?" demanded Hunchie faintly. "Mr.
But can you go back with me, Doctor?" "To the Candace Farm?" "Yes, sir. A man has been seriously hurt and there was nobody else to come." "Wonder you got here without having a fall," said Dr. Pevy. "She is sharpened. And she is a dear!" gasped Betty. "But I hope you can start right away. Hunchie is suffering so." "Can't use the road-bug, that's sure," said Dr. Pevy, glancing again at the car.
I 'ope you'll come to see us again me and the mare." "I surely will, Hunchie," said the English girl. But when they came out of the house and bade the family good-bye, Betty saw that Ida was very grave. Hunchie's words seemed to have been significant. It was late in the afternoon when the quintette arrived at Mountain Camp. Mrs.
He went himself to Candace Farm to see Hunchie Slattery; but he took only Ida Bellethorne with him. They went on their snowshoes. During this trip Mr. Gordon won the abiding confidence of the girl. Meanwhile the youthful visitors at Mountain Camp allowed no hour to be idle. There was always something to do, and what one could not think of in the way of fun another could. Mr.
"When I went to see that poor little cripple Hunchie Slattery he told me that the very papers that were given to Mr. Bolter with the horse must prove Ida's ownership at one time of the mare. There was some kind of a quit-claim deed signed by her name, and that signature must be a forgery. "The horse could never have been sold in England, for the Bellethorne stable was too well known there.
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