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"Men, I think; leastwise they're not much like monkeys; though, of coorse, a feller can't be sure till they stand up an' show their tails, or the want of 'em." "Well, now," remarked Bill, as the canoe drew nearer, "that's the most puzzlin' lot I've seen since I was raised. They ain't niggers, that's plain; they're too light-coloured for that, an' has none o' the nigger brick-dust in their faces.
"Bah!" says Old Hickory. "Whaddye mean, traitor?" "He's plotting to send confederates to Nunca Secos Key before we get there," says Rupert. "Plotting to steal our buried treasure. See! He was just sending a message to some of his gang." "Eh!" snorts Mr. Ellins. "A message?" Meyers fishes it out of his pocket and hands it over. "Huh!" says Old Hickory, puzzlin' it out. "'Advise how infant is doing.
"Well, one night just afore you took the place, and when Raintree was gettin' just sick of it, he happened to be walkin' in the garden. He was puzzlin' his brain agin to know how old Sobriente made his pile, when all of a suddenst he saw suthin' a-movin' in the brush beside the house. He calls out, thinkin' it was one of the boys, but got no answer.
My notion is to make iron and hold it; stack it in the yards, mortgage it for what we can get, and make more iron. Some day the country will get iron hungry; then we'll have it to sell when the other fellows will have to make it first and sell it afterward. Have I got it straight?" Caleb nodded. "Yes; I don't know but what you have. What's puzzlin' me right now, son, is where you got it."
"That's what the caterpillar gets into," observed Tim dreamily. "Let's follow it," said Judy. "I believe the flying signs are best." "Puzzlin' though," put in the Tramp behind them. They had quite forgotten his existence. "Let's ask the gardener what he thinks." He pointed to a spot a little further along the edge of the wood where the figure of a man was visible. It seemed a good idea.
"There's no hurry for you, Mr Obed." "Isn't there? . . . Well, I suppose not, thank goodness! Here, take a fill o' baccy an' tell me what you think of it. I mean, o' course" with a jerk of his hand towards the camp "what you think o' that there?" "I wish I could tell 'ee offhand," answered Seth after a pause, carefully filling his pipe. "I was puzzlin' it over as I came along."
"Well, then, no." "Nor the direction she went by?" "Well, no sir, I could not." "But are you certain it was to-day, and not yesterday, you saw her?" "Then that's what's puzzlin' me eh! let me see ay it was to-day an' I'll tell you how I know it. Bekaise it was to-day I brought the oats to Gimlet Eye you know he was harrowing the black park yestherday and was in care of Paudeen Sthuccaun.
"How much is billions, mate?" enquired Bill. "I don't know," answered Tom. "Never could find out. You see it's heaps upon heaps of thousands, for the thousands come first and the billions afterwards; but when I've thought uncommon hard, for a long spell at a time, I always get confused, because millions comes in between, d'ye see, and that's puzzlin'."
"Just what I thought," replied Boylston; "pity he couldn't hev lasted long enough for us to hev asked him. But I've been a-workin' some sums about different kinds of cans I learned how from Phipps, this afternoon he's been to college, an' his head's cram-full of sech puzzlin' things.
"I ought to have kept his hat; then, maybe, he'd have come back after it. Oh, say!" he added, "I've been meanin' to ask you somethin'. Made up your mind 'bout that western job yit?" Ralph shook his head. "Not yet," he said slowly. "I shall very soon, though, I think." "Kind of puzzlin' you, is it? Not that it's really any of my affairs, you understand.
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