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She looked it over critically, then with a look of utter disgust replaced it in the envelope, and folding that so it would fit into a very small compass, put it away again. "And to think I should have gotten Nat into such a thing!" she was thinking.
Tavia and Dorothy, Ned and Nat, besides Rosabel Glen, the young girl who lived in the pretty cottage next the Cedars, were there, and with Mrs. White were Mrs. Theodore Glen and a visitor from Toledo, a Miss Battin.
There was something in Lewis's face that stopped her a look of age and of hunger. She wanted to ask him why he had come back, but her heart was beating so fast that she dared not trust her voice. Lewis was frightened, too. He was frightened lest he should find the strange woman when he needed just the oldest pal he had in the world. "Nat," he blurted out, "dad is dead."
"What is it?" James whispered in Jonathan's ear, for Nat had taken the bow paddle. "There are men ahead," the scout whispered back. "We heard them speak just now." Presently the boat began to move again, but so quietly, that it was only by looking at the dark masses of the boughs, that stretched out overhead, that James knew the boat was in motion.
Now you see, sir, we haven't had no orders about no gold on this station that sort of thing is mostly done down south. But what I wants to know is: Why, if you knew all about the fellow's little games, you sent us to spy on him? Ah, poor Nat would want a word or two with you on that score, I fancy! Now it's as plain as Salisbury...." "But I know nothing certain," impatiently interrupted Mr.
Uncle Nat checked himself; a crowd had gathered around him; but the feelings he was constrained to suppress broke forth in two large tears that rolled down his broad cheeks. "Nephew," he sobbed, shaking the hand that he still grasped, "you're welcome to the Old Homestead. Neighbors," he added with dignity, "suppose you make out the evening with blind-man's-buff, or Who's-got-the-button?
Why didn't you come before?" Again, for a time, he was silent, and Mr. Hastings could see the tears dropping upon the face of Dora Deane, who little dreamed of the part she was acting, far off in Hindostan. Slowly the reality dawned upon Uncle Nat, and speaking to Mr. Hastings, he said, "Who are you that moves me thus from one extreme to another, making me first a fury and then a child?"
Since it was evident the Sioux could not be brought to book, Nat Trumbull turned about and headed for Barwell, which the whole party reached before the morning sun appeared. Red Feather kept them company, and I must say that I doubt whether the President of the United States himself could have received a warmer welcome when the whole truth became known to the pioneers.
A queer old man, Nat Gyles, and dead this many a long, long year; yet that night no man was happier than he. But Master Gaston Carew, who had come for Nick, stood in the gathering dusk by the gate below, and stared up at the yellow square of light with a troubled look upon his reckless face. It was a frosty morning when they all marched down to the boats that bumped along Paul's wharf.
"What was that?" asked Nat, as a bird darted by, flashing with orange and black. "That's an Oriole," said Rap. "Yes, an Oriole; but do you know what kind?" said the Doctor. "I didn't know there was but one kind," answered Rap.
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