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"Wish we had our slippers and pumps back," said Grace. "These emergency sneaks certainly look the part. When did Kitty say we were to raid Jake's?" "No definite time was set, as they say about delayed scout meetings," replied Margaret, "but I could use my pretty buckled pumps this very afternoon." "Wait a minute," Helen called to a news boy. "We want a paper!"
Every man, in the temporary silence which followed Jake's summary, again bent industriously over his pan, until the scene suggested an amateur water-cure establishment returning thanks for basins of gruel, when suddenly the whole line was startled into suspension of labor by the appearance of London George, who was waving his hat with one hand and a red silk handkerchief with the other, while with his left foot he was performing certain pas not necessary to successful pedestrianism.
"He is a wicked man! I don't care, he is a wicked man!" cried Jerome, loudly. He glanced defiantly at the house, then into Jake's face, with a white flash of fury. "Hush up, I tell ye," said Jake. "He'll be a-pourin' of castor-ile down your throat out of a quart measure, arter the blue-pills and the assafoetidy." "I'd like to see him! He is a wicked man. Let me go!"
Don't you remember only last week when they came to see poor Jake's boy that was nearly drowned, and insisted on sitting up with him all night first one and then the other taking her turn till daylight, because Mrs Jake was dead-drunk and not able for anything."
Well, I expect he'll miss his cues and let you down now and then, but he certainly won't pose." "You're rather clever sometimes," Carrie admitted, with a blush. "But I think we have talked enough and I want some wood." She sat for a time, thinking, while the thud of Jake's ax rang across the bush; and then went off to her tent with an impatient shrug. "I mustn't be a romantic fool," she said.
This was something new. It looked like game, but she feared to take any chances. She circled all around without showing herself, then decided that, whatever it might be, it was better let alone. As she passed on, a fault whiff of smoke caught her attention. She followed cautiously, and under a butte far from the Hen she found Jake's camp.
"How d'ye, Jake," he said, pleasantly. "I didn't know you at first. Why have you been across the lake twice this morning?" Jake's face clouded as he drew his big black hand across his eyes. "Miss Dory done died at sun up," he replied. "You know Miss Dory, in course." Mr. Mason was obliged to confess his ignorance with regard to Miss Dory, and asked who she was. Jake looked disgusted.
Its price was one thousand dollars, offered with no questions asked for information that would lead to the return of one James Quincy Holden to his legal guardian. It wasn't magic on Jake's part. Paul Brennan had instantly offered a reward. And Jake made it his business to keep aware of such matters. How soon, wondered Jake, might the ante be raised to two Gee? Five?
It was noticed that he had special aptitude for fixing the farm implements and adjusting the parts even making some of the missing parts at the old blacksmith forge. The superintendent was so impressed with this that as soon as Jake's education had made pretty fair progress, he secured him a position in the dynamo room of a large manufacturing plant in a near-by town.
So, clucking to the tired horses the train entered upon its last half mile of a long journey. Jake's wife, a somber and very reticent woman, with a slender figure and a girlish head, met them at the door of the cabin. Her features were unusually small for a woman of her height, and, as she shook hands silently, Mose looked into her sad dark eyes and liked her very much.
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