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Therefore, you had tetter make some one of you three fellows the captain." "Why can't you go?" demanded Ned Rector. "Of course you are going." "In the first place, I am too busy," answered Tad with a wan smile. "Then there are other reasons. I can't afford it. I must stay at home and earn money this summer. Then, again, I have no pony." "Oh pshaw!" growled Ned. "That's too bad.
But while he sang he was keeping a tense lookout for Tad Warren. He had to pass him! With the caution of the Scotchlike Norwegian, he had the cloche constantly on the jiggle, with ceaseless adjustments to the wind, which varied constantly as he passed over different sorts of terrain. Once the breeze dropped him sidewise.
Tad sat down, a thoughtful look on his face, taking a survey, forming a mental picture of the scene as it had appeared during the bloodless battle with the border bandits. "According to my idea those fellows must have fallen into a hole in the ground about where that tree is down," declared Stacy wisely. "That is my idea too," answered Tad.
Tad was highly amused at their efforts to cuff their captor with their little paws, which they wielded with more or less skill. Yet, they were too young to be able to make any great resistance, and the guide did not give the slightest attention to their attempts to drive them away. "There," he announced, having secured the little animals. "We each will lead two.
They made the trip to the mountains without incident. There Tad pulled up for a conference. "Now tell me what your plan is?" said Ned. "First we will ride on a little further along the base here. I see a place where I think we can hide our ponies. I don't want to go back to the point where we first started to make camp. That is the place where our enemy will be looking for us first.
"It's a cougar stampeding them so he can catch them himself." "Grab him! Don't let him get by you!" One of the ponies swept by Tad Butler like a black projectile. The boy's hand shot out, fastening itself in the pony's mane. Tad's feet left the ground instantly, his body being jerked violently into the air, only to strike the earth again a rod further on.
"Better keep away from him, Ned." "Think I'll take the pink-eyed one," decided Tad. "Pink-eye. That will be a good name for him. Got a rope?" "Yes, kin you rope him?" "I'll try if you will stir them up a bit," answered the freckle-faced boy. "You might as well pick out our ponies, too," observed the Professor. "You are the only one of our party who is a competent judge of horse flesh."
At these words the musicians ceased playing; the acrobats interrupted their tumbling and stood immovable, some on their heads and some on their haunches; Tad and Dig shed silent tears on the sleeve of Honey-Bee; Pau, simple soul, dropped his basket of grapes, and all the little men gave vent to the most fearful groans.
In which we are told how Honey-Bee saw her mother again, but could not embrace her Honey-Bee, a crown on her head, was now more often sad and lost in thought than when her hair flowed loose over her shoulders, and when she went laughing to the forge and pulled the beards of her good friends Pic, Tad and Dig, whose faces, red from the reflected flames, gave her a gay welcome.
He needed to he taught a lesson, but I wish I hadn't hurt him," he mused. "He did it himself; you didn't." "Yes, I know. I had to to save my own face." The lad laughed heartily at his own joke, which Philip, however, failed to catch. "Now we'll find out where the camp is," said Tad, espying a herder off to the north of them.
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