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It's easy to make a copy look like an original, Andy, and also very easy to put false distances and directions on a map that may fall into the hands of an enemy." The shot told. Andy's face turned first red and then pale. "A a false map!" he stammered. "Wrong directions?" "Yes on the copy you made of the map you took from Mr. Abercrombie," went on Tom.
I've prayed for it fifty times to-day, and I had faith that God would hear," Andy said, the great tears rolling down his smooth, round face as he gave vent to his joy. But Andy's faith was to be put to a stronger test, and his countenance fell a little when Richard explained the nature of the letter.
The big foreman stooped, picked up the boy, and swung him on his shoulder as if he had been a kitten. "All right, little Jack o' Lantern, do as you like. We mill hands will go on with Andy's pay, only you help him all you can and maybe he'll keep the old grey just for luck." "I know it's for luck," laughed Jacky. "The grey knows so much. Why, Mr.
The bushes and bracken being thick, he had not got a very clear view of it and he did not stop to try for a better one. In two seconds he was back at Uncle Andy's side, where the latter sat smoking on his favorite log by the water. The Babe's eyes were very wide. He looked a bit startled. "It ran straight at me!" he declared. "What could it have been?"
Andy's long hunting knife came in very handy. While the sides of the long natural cup were tough, the knife made an impression on them, and, soon, a small door or opening had been cut in the side of the pitcher plant, large enough to enable a human body to pass through.
"Just a-settin' and a-daubin', and a-settin' and a-daubin'," sneered Andrew. "I dunno's I'd say that, Andy," said Uncle William, reprovingly. "He sweat and fussed a lot." Andy's eye roamed the landscape. "'T ain't reasonable," he said, jealously. "A thing o't to be wuth more'n a picter of it. There's more to a thing." He struck the solid ground of fact with relief.
If they hunted, the cane would be discovered, and yet if she refused well, she must act quickly. "Is it a bargain?" "Yes;" the word came bravely from a trembling courage. The two knelt and began the search. Ruth pressed the bushes so as to cover Andy's cane, but as her keen eyes fell upon the spot where it had been, to her surprise and joy, she saw that it was gone!
Can't leave my friends. But Andy's my friend, too; ain't you, Andy?" "I hope so, Dunk," Andy replied, gravely. Somebody interrupted with a song, and there was much laughter. Mortimer alone seemed to be the sinister influence at work, and he hovered near Dunk as if to counteract the good intentions of Andy. "Here you are, waiter!" cried Dunk.
"A messenger, in time of danger, must come as he may, sir," he said, bravely. Then tearing off the bonnet he added: "Andy McNeal, at your service, sir!" Washington's face never betrayed him, but a glad look came to the overweary eyes. He extended his hand, and grasped Andy's. "I remember!" he said. "You have been true to your trust. And now for the story."
As repayment, when he died, she took the cottage and what else was left of the wreck of his former fortune. Even this she claimed did not pay her up in full, and she made poor Andy feel all the time that he was eating the bread of charity. Andy's grandfather had been a famous sailor.
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