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A faint flicker came into Old Tom's eyes. "I guess you mean internally, Nancy," he said dryly. "She's hurt infernally, all right plague take that autymobile! but I don't guess Miss Polly'd be usin' that word, all the same." "Eh? Well, I don't know, I don't know," moaned Nancy, with a shake of her head as she turned away. "Seems as if I jest couldn't stand it till that doctor gits out o' there.
"I can't tell yeou nuthin' more," said the farmer. "They left the autymobile in the barn all night an' paid me a dollar fer it. I don't know who they was, or where they went." "Can you remember the date this happened?" asked Dick. "I certainly kin do that, fer it was on my birthday, the tenth." "The day Crabtree escaped!" murmured Dick, and Sam and Tom nodded. "Where did they go?" asked Tom.
"Dolly knew how ter move once," he rejoined grimly. "'Course nobody pretends ter say she's young now, any more 'n we be," he finished with some defiance. But he drooped visibly at Diantha's next words. "Why, I don't feel old, Phineas, an' I ain't old, either. Look at Colonel Smith; he's jest my age, an' he's got a autymobile. Mebbe I'll have one some day."
When he returned he looked thin and worried. He started nervously at trivial noises, and his eyes showed a furtive restlessness that quickly caused remark. "Why, Phineas, you don't look well!" Diantha exclaimed when she saw him. "Well? Oh, I'm well." "An' did you buy it that autymobile?" "I did." Phineas's voice was triumphant. Diantha's eyes sparkled. "Where is it?" she demanded.
I ain't knowed anythin' like it in this part o' the country in fifty year. First, down yonder on the old river road I meets a autymobile, with a man drivin' it and somethin' alive an' movin' lyin' in a blanket by his feet.
"We might have followed up that 'autymobile, as the old man called it. But it's too late now. They must be miles and miles away. Crabtree may be in Canada, or on his way to Africa, or China." "I don't believe he'd go to Africa or China," said Tom. "I think he'll hang around, trying to do us or the Stanhopes or Lanings an injury." "Just what I think," put in Sam.
'He's purty nigh through, an' he aims to git out here soon as she'll strike right. He's comin' in his autymobile. "The crowd gives a groan. Burns throws up his hands. "'He'd a damn sight better walk, he says. "The argument sort-a dies down while they're waitin' fur this Harry Evans. "'Come on! Peewee says to me. 'I got to tell Butsy the good news.
"Ye put the oil in there just crude, as it comes out of the wells, Homer; it don't need refinin' and it runs through this and down here to this, where it's vaporised much the same's they vaporise gasoline for autymobile engines, ye know and then it just naturally flows up to the bracket and there ye are." "It's wonderful, Sam," said I, wondering if it really were.
I ain't got more'n a half mile back from there when I finds a fine young feller, with his good clothes what he's got left tore to pieces, no shoes, or hat on him, an' his head bleedin' bad from cuts. 'Where are they? Did you see a autymobile? he yells at me. I tells him what I had saw, an' he takes my off hoss there an' goes gallopin' up the road." "What road?" cried Bassett.
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