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"All right?" asked Jake Macksey, who was a veteran guide and hunter, and in charge of Elk Lodge. "All ready!" answered Mr. Pertell. "Drive lively now, boys!" called the hunter. "It's getting late, and will soon be dark, and the roads aren't any too good." "Oh my!" groaned Mr. Sneed. "I'm sure something will happen!"
She threw her arms about Ruth and attempted a few turns of the one-step glide. "Oh, stop! I'm slipping!" cried Ruth, for the sidewalk was icy. "Alice, let me go!" "Not until you take a few more steps! Now dip!" "But, Alice! I'm going to fall! I know I am! There! I told you " But Ruth did not get a chance to use the favorite expression of Mr. Sneed, if such was her intention.
"That doesn't make any difference," Russ said. "She'll save us, and then look for the schooner. We can take up Jack's case later." It did not prove to be the English steamer. Instead it was a powerful fruiter, hailing from New York, and Russ and Mr. Sneed were soon aboard, the Ajax being hoisted to her deck. Then she resumed her course, but it was a different one.
"I never slept a wink all night." She looked it, too. "Oh, we'll be all right," said Paul. "The other ship is coming for us, and if necessary we can be transferred to her." "Will we have to go in one of the small boats, like that?" Miss Pennington wanted to know, as she pointed to the one in which were Mr. Bunn and Mr. Sneed, some distance off, now.
"Humph! I'm beginning to wish I hadn't come," growled Mr. Sneed, who had received information from a brakeman to the effect that trains were often snowbound in that part of the State. A few feathery flakes began falling now, and there was the promise of more in the clouds overhead, and in the sighing of the North wind.
Persimmon Sneed and it fared deliberately by way of Sandford Cross-Roads to its destination. It awoke there the wildest excitement and delight, for although it brazenly asserted that Mr.
His right hand was laid upon his hip in close proximity to a pistol-pocket, and Persimmon Sneed remembered suddenly that his own pistol was in its holster on his saddle, he could not say how far distant in these wild, trackless woods, and that this man was a notorious offender against the law, sundry warrants for his arrest for horse-stealing having been issued at divers times and places.
This was true enough, since Paul had steered his sled properly, and had reached the foot of the slope, where he and the others waved to their less fortunate competitors. "Well, you can have the race over again if you like," said Mr. Sneed, with decision, "but I am not going to steer. I knew something would happen if I steered a bob." "Well, you were right for once," conceded Mr.
Simon Sneed, after parting with Katy, had felt a little uneasy in relation to the watch. He was jealous of his own good credit, for he foresaw that Katy could not very well avoid telling the mayor that he had been with her at the time of the unfortunate transaction. Besides, he did not exactly like the idea of Katy's going to the mayor at all. Katy Redburn going to see the mayor!
What might have ensued in the nature of counterthrust, as Persimmon Sneed heard himself called by inference an object of pity, the subsidiary group were spared from learning, for at that moment the sound of steps heralded an approach, and Ben Hanway came into the circle, and sought to claim the attention of the party, inviting them to dine and pass the nooning hour at his house.
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