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The cabin of the Peacock was a small affair, considering the general size of the schooner, and contained but little in the shape of furniture. Dick had been removed long before, so the apartment was empty of human occupants when Tom entered. "Nobody here," he murmured, as he gazed around. "What foolishness to come, anyway! The Baxters could easily hide on me, if they wanted to."
As soon as he was free the boy tiptoed his way to the window and looked out. He saw Noxton and Roebuck sitting on a fallen tree talking earnestly. Close to the door of the house stood the Baxters, and Arnold Baxter was laying down the law to his son, although what it was all about Tom could not determine. "I can't go by the window," he mused. "And if I try the door "
Just as bad as the Baxters, every bit!" "I do not, cannot, understand it all," the lady was saying. "I thought Dora and I were to take this trip alone." "It will all be clear to you in a few days, Pet," returned the ex-school-teacher soothingly. He had lately gotten to calling the lady "Pet," although that was not her real name. "Where is my child now?
It was three o'clock in the afternoon and a fire in the Baxters' kitchen since six in the morning had produced a fairly temperate climate in that one room, though the entries and chambers might have been used for refrigerators, as the Deacon was as parsimonious in the use of fuel as in all other things, and if his daughters had not been hardy young creatures, trained from their very birth to discomforts and exposures of every sort, they would have died long ago.
He was terribly crosseyed, but appeared to be rather good-natured. "You mustn't go on deck without the captain's permission." "Can't we have any fresh air?" "You'll have to ask the captain about that He said I was to watch you while you had breakfast, and keep you and those other folks from quarreling." "What other folks, the Baxters?" "Yes."
The cry had been heard many times, that much was certain, and it was certain also that the big fish were noticeably thick at the mouth of Fishhead's slough. No native Reelfooter, white or black, would willingly wet a leg or an arm there. Here Fishhead had lived and here he was going to die. The Baxters were going to kill him, and this day in mid-summer was to be the time of the killing.
"I declare, he must be almost as bad as the Baxters!" The farm wagon soon reached the Hall, and Dick ushered Seth Dickerson into Captain Putnam's office. The captain looked surprised at the unexpected visitor, but listened with deep concern to all the farmer and the Rover boys had to say. "This certainly looks black for Caven," he said at last. "I did not think I had such a bad boy here.
"Those Baxters are as slick as you can make them," said Frank. "I've been thinking if Dan would dare to show himself around Putnam Hall." "Not he!" cried Larry. "He'll travel as far can and as fast as he can." "Perhaps not," mused Dick. "I rather he will hang around and try to help his father out of prison." "That won't help him, for the authorities will be on strict guard now.
"If the folks on that boat are honest, they will surely help us against the Baxters," murmured Sam. "Just what I was thinking," replied his brother. At last the vessel was near enough to be signaled, and, running to a high rock overlooking the water, Dan swung his hat and a handkerchief in the air. At first the signals were not seen, but at last came a voice through a speaking trumpet.
On this occasion Fanny Godwin was the most seen; Mary Godwin, who was just fifteen, only arriving towards the end of Shelley's stay in London from a visit to her friends, the Baxters, in Scotland. No mention is made of her by Shelley, though she must have dined in his company about November 5, 1812.
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