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"Here they come, boys," said a Scot, as the sound of the pipes grew louder. "There's a drummer for ye. Listen 'til that double roll, wull ye?" "Ay, Danny, the boys will be shovin' out their chests and hitchin' their hips about something awful." "Ye may say that, Hec. Will ye look at young Angus on the big drum, man, but he has got the gr-rand style on him."
And Louis put his hand to his head, and tugged his thick black curls, as if to ascertain that they were still safe from the scalping knives of his Indian enemies. "And now, Hec, what is to be done? We must hide ourselves from the Indians; they will kill us, or take us away with them if they find us." "Let us go home and talk over our plans with Cathy."
"There," breathed Peace, grinning from ear to ear, as she slowly unwound from the corkscrew twist she had assumed in her attempt to catch the last glimpse of the old home. "They're all out of sight now. I can't even see Hec Abbott any longer up in the tree with his dirty handkerchief. Oh, Mr. Judge, I forgot you were our coachman this morning, but his handkerchief is awful dirty! It always is.
"It is true, ma chère; but that is the reason that I am bound to take care of my little cousin, and I could not consent to exposing you to danger, or leaving you alone; so, if Hec will be so headstrong, I will abide by you."
"Hector is always planning about fields, and clearing great farms," said Louis, laughing. "We shall see Hec a great man one of these days; I think he has in his own mind brushed, and burned, and logged up all the fine flats and table-land on the plains before now ay, and cropped it all with wheat, and pease, and Indian corn."
And the time my snowball knocked Hector's teeth loose, I was sure he was going to 'rest me, but I couldn't help if Hec opened his mouth just in time to get that ball; and anyway, he deserved it, 'cause he was pulling Mamie Brady's red hair and calling her Carrots till she cried.
'I! exclaimed Hec, ready to swell up with indignation like an angry turkey-cock, 'I I were fetchin' a chair and 'Stop, boys, said Aunt Mattie again. 'Now let's go on nicely. This is Ger, and he wants to be very polite now and shake hands eh, Ger? Ger's round blue eyes were fixed on the small stranger. 'Her's not a young lady, he said at last. 'Ger 'ud rather kith her.
"Hec, there is something in this canoe, the sight of which will gladden your heart," cried Louis with a joyful look. "Come quickly, and see my treasures." "Treasures! You may well call them treasures," exclaimed Hector, as he helped Louis to examine the contents of the canoe, and place them on the shore, side by side.
'Poor Mith Ward, said little Ger, 'all-bodies would have headaches if naughty Jus throwed books at them! 'Ger, Ger, exclaimed Miss Ward; while up started Justin in a fury. 'I throw books at Miss Ward; what do you mean, you sneaking little tell-tale? he exclaimed. 'No, you're worse than that, you are a right-down story-teller. 'He's not, said Hec.
Strong is in his study and will let me stay there awhile." But the study door was also secure. "Well, the basement window ain't fastened, I know, 'cause 'twas only yesterday that Hec Abbott broke it with a snowball. I can crawl through that and go upstairs into the church."
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