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"Capital!" shouted several of the boys. "See here," said Charlie Neal, "I'll tell you the best fun." "What is it?" again inquired several at once. "Wait awhile," said Charlie. "Who has a wood-saw?" "I have," "So have I," answered three of the boys. "But what in the world do you want a wood saw for?" "You shall see," replied Charlie. "It is almost eight o'clock now, so go and get your saws.
What do you mean?" gasped Cyrus, breaking silence in a gusty whisper of mingled anger and amusement. "You won't get a chance to shoot it or anything else now. You've lost us our meat for to-night." "Well, I couldn't help it," Neal whispered back. "For pity's sake, what has been moving this canoe? The quiet was enough to set a fellow mad! And then that buck stared straight at me like a human thing.
"Ancient or modern?" flipped Louise. "I'm busy thinking of walking on air just now." "Which way do you want to go first?" asked Neal, turning a little from his steering wheel. "To the Point," called Cleo. "Thought we were sure, positive, no mistake, going to Looney Land this time," grumbled Julia. "So we are but we will stop off at the Point, and feel the lay of the land first.
With a cheerful soul he waited on that melancholy and gentleman-like man, and in the very luxury of his heart told him that he was in love. "In love, Neal!" said the schoolmaster. "May I inquire with whom?" "Wid nobody in particular, yet," replied Neal; "but of late I'm got divilish fond o' the girls in general." "And do you call that being in love, Neal?" said Mr. O'Connor.
In the early afternoon the little cavalcade rode into Dry Lake. Rathburn was nodding in his saddle, nearly asleep. "We'll keep him here to-night till I can get the facts straight," he heard Sheriff Neal say to Brown. They dismounted at a small square stone building with bars on the windows. Then Rathburn was proudly led between a line of curious spectators into jail.
Neal was aware that Felix Matier stood beside him, and that Lord Dunseveric was somewhere behind him watching, with cool interest, the progress of the fight. Suddenly Felix Matier shouted "We're blinded with this smoke. We must see to shoot. We must see to aim. Follow me who dare!" He leaped into the street, and knelt down. The air was clearer there than in the churchyard.
Endless honour be to Neal Malone for the originality with which he managed the tender sentiment! He did not, like your commonplace lovers, first discover a pretty girl and afterward become enamoured of her. No such thing; he had the passion prepared beforehand cut out and made up, as it were, ready for any girl whom it might fit.
Neal, speaking of the New Englanders, says, "They grease their bodies and hair very often, and paint themselves all over; their faces and shoulders with a deep red, and their bodies with a variety of ugly mishapen figures; and he is the bravest fellow that has the most frightful forms drawn upon him, and looks most terrible."
Several times during the night Neal found it necessary to obey this injunction, else had there been no peace in the camp. But, in spite of Dol's ravings and riotings in his excited dreams, the party enjoyed a needed ten hours' slumber, all save Herb, who, as usual, was astir the next morning while his comrades were yet snoring.
His hunter's instinct told him that something truly exciting was on now. "My cracky! I b'lieve it's a bear!" he muttered, forming his words away down in his throat, so that Neal only caught the last one. "Keep still as death!" The guide reached out a long arm, and clutched his rifle. Hurriedly he jammed half a dozen cartridges into its magazine.
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