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Taking their risks amidst these things, cyclists still kept abroad, and once or twice during Bert's long tramp powerful motor cars containing masked and goggled figures went tearing past him. There were few police in evidence, but ever and again squads of gaunt and tattered soldier-cyclists would come drifting along, and such encounters became more frequent as he got out of Wales into England.
Tetlow asked Jimmie this question quickly: "What did you do with Bert's knife fie lent it to you last night?" For a moment Jimmie was confused. A strange look came over his face. He clapped his hand to his pocket and exclaimed: "I I lent it to Danny Rugg." "Danny Rugg!" cried Bert. "No, I didn't exactly lend it to Danny," explained Jimmie, "for I knew, Bert, that you and he weren't very friendly.
Prince lay down at Bert's feet, and Cuff stretched herself out beside him. Time was passing. The boys would surely be there before him. Very carefully he crept toward the door, hardly daring to breathe, in his anxiety. But Prince had not been asleep. No, indeed! Restarted up at the first sound of his master's footsteps.
"You, Tom! you!" "Don't try to get up on that bad ankle." He rushed over and grabbed Bert's hand. "How are you?" "What in the world are you doing at Murphytown? or whatever they call this end of the mud-puddle. And how are all the people? When did you see mother and father last?"
Just then a little boy, who had the same sort of blue eyes and golden hair that made Flossie such a pretty little girl, came tumbling up the steps with a clatter and a bang, falling down at Bert's feet. The older boy caught his small brother just in time, or there might have been a bumped nose. "Hi there, Freddie, what's the matter?" asked Bert, with a laugh.
Clinching his fists, and hunching his shoulders in readiness for a struggle, he stood in silence watching Bert's fate. What that would be was not long a matter of uncertainty.
At first Bert got it mixed up with his dreams, but as it continued longer and louder, he called to Harry, who slept in the alcove in Bert's room, and together the boys listened, attentively. "That's the strange bird," declared Harry. "Sure enough it is bringing us a message, as Dinah said," and while the boys took the girl's words in a joke, they really seemed to be coming true.
These things happened, as it were, in the wings; the central facts before Bert's consciousness were always firstly the perpetual toil, the holding and lifting, and lugging at heavy and clumsy masses, the tedious filing and winding of wires, and secondly, the Prince, urgent and threatening whenever a man relaxed. He would stand over them, and point over their heads, southward into the empty sky.
Listen, silly, unbeautiful, squat, short-legged and ugly female under the piano! Can you recite the 'Maiden's Prayer'?" Screams of delight from the young things in the doorways prevented the proper answer and Lute, from under the piano, cried out to young Wainwright, who had appeared: "A rescue, Sir Knight! A rescue!" "Unhand the maiden!" was Bert's challenge. "Who art thou?" Forrest demanded.
"That boy must belong around here after all!" When Bert reached the barn he found a dozen boys collected, and several volunteered to assist him in raising the long ladder. It was hard work, and once the ladder slipped, but in the end it rested against the barn roof and then Bert went up in a hurry. "Come, Snoop!" he called, and the kitten came and perched himself on Bert's shoulder.
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