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If he belonged to some other ranch it must have been far away. "So you may feel that it is all right for you to keep your pony, Curlytop," said Uncle Frank to Teddy. "If anyone should, later, say it belongs to him, and can prove it, we'll give it up, of course." "But I don't want to give Clipclap up!" Teddy cried. "Well, maybe you won't have to," said his father.
While he set the table he felt his master's eyes were on him, even though he was reading a love story which was so beautiful that he had seen, or thought he had seen, tears in the eyes of Effendi Amory, when he was reading it the night before. Teddy was not finding the beautiful story of the Frenchwoman go interesting as Mohammed Ali imagined.
For over a year, while Teddy was absent, Richter had taken the boy with him, when making his daily visits to the village, and made it a point never to lose sight of him.
Teddy was sure, in his enthusiasm, that he had obtained a glimpse of the hunter's clothes through the interstices of the leaves, so that he could determine precisely the spot where he lay, and even the position of his body so eagerly did the faithful fellow's wishes keep in advance of his senses. And now arose the all-important question as to what he should do.
It was a shock to drive a man's spine together like a concertina; but Pedro took it limply, giving to the jar of the impact as the pony came down again and again. Teddy tasted the quirt along his quarters, and the pain made him frantic. He went screaming straight into the air, hung there a long instant, and fell over backward.
You would have closed right there. He would have had you sent back home by the first train if he had seen you do a thing like that." "I don't care. I can get a job with the Yankee Robinson show any time, now." "Not if you were to be discharged from this outfit for bad conduct. I don't wonder Diaz is angry. Did he say anything to you at the time?" Teddy nodded. "What did he say?"
He was still haunted by that odd sense of responsibility for Teddy. Teddy was not nearly so animated as he had been in his pre-khaki days; there was a quiet exaltation in his manner rather than a lively excitement. He knew now what he was in for. He knew now that war was not a lark, that for him it was to be the gravest experience he had ever had or was likely to have.
Just as the corner was reached, however, and the fruit stand was but a biscuit-toss away, he suddenly collapsed. "Vere vey are!" he exclaimed. "Who?" "My mamma, and Aunt Teddy." And, turning, he scurried away as fast as his blanket would let him.
"What is it?" asked Grandpa Martin from the curtained-off part of the tent where he slept. "It's a bear!" cried Janet. Just then, from outside came a loud: "Baa-a-a-a-a!" Teddy looked very much surprised. Then he smiled. Then he laughed and cried: "Why, it's our goat Nicknack!" "I guess that's what it is," added Grandpa Martin. "But he seems to be in trouble. I'll go outside and look."
After that one needed all of one's eyes. Teddy sat spellbound for a while, but found time at last to draw a long breath. "Cousin Derry, that is the funniest clown " "The little one?" "The big one; oh, well, the little one, too."
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