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Jerry laughs at it, but before now he's found that it could help a fellow out of a hole. Suppose you try him again?" Bluff's suggestion was a good one, and Frank raised his voice in a shout. This time the answer came from a point closer at hand. Still, although they were peering eagerly through the dense foliage, they could see nothing out of the way. "This beats the Dutch!
At which the others smiled, for Bluff's weakness regarding Frank's pretty sister was something of a joke among them.
The fan-tails strutted vaingloriously; Maudie lay in the sun on the stable wall; and Billy Bluff's kennel was empty. "Hullo, where's Bill?" cried the young man. "Some idiot's let him off his chain," grumbled the girl. "Just like them. A hunting morning." A great gray horse, led by little Jerry, was feeling his way through the stable-door.
There were too many visitors at such times to suit him. First had come the wildcat, and then the wild man. Uncle Toby had therefore heard Bluff's announcement that he intended remaining behind when the others went off, with particular pleasure and much relief. Immediately afterwards the three lads started out. Jerry seemed much refreshed by his nap, and was as lively as either of his comrades.
Phil's rather aristocratic face had a long scratch that extended down the right side, and gave him a queer look; Jack was caressing a lump on his forehead, which he may have received from a tree, or else when he was knocked down without warning by that singular explosion; Andy was trying to quench a nose-bleed, and needed his face washed the worst way; Bluff's left eye seemed partly closed, as if he had been too close to the business end of an angry bee; while Bobolink had two or three small cuts about his face that made him look as if he had been trying to tattoo himself with wretched success.
Bluff's hand had stolen out toward his gun at these words. "Here! No more of that, my lad!" said Mr. Mabie. "You've had your fling, and come out of it mighty lucky. Don't try it again while I'm around, please. If any more uninvited visitors drop in, you leave them to the rest of us." But there was no further alarm.
"They are starting to surround us!" he cried. "They are bringing over men and cannon!" The whole camp was soon in alarm, and, after a short talk among the officers, it was decided to bring up the men in a semicircle, close to the bluff's edge. While this was going on, a shot rang out, and then another, showing that one of the outposts had been fired upon.
Abruptly the fat adventurer's smoldering resentment leaped in flame. "That'll be about all, Mr. Mulready! 'Bout face, you hound, and get into that boat! D'you think I'll temporize with you till Doomsday? Then forget it. You're wrong, dead wrong. Your bluff's called, and" with an evil chuckle "I hold a full house, Mulready, every chamber taken." He lifted meaningly the hand in the coat pocket.
Everton was evidently waiting for his reply, and I gave it to him. "Criminality is largely relative like everything else in the world, don't you think?" I said, letting him feel the raw edge of the bitterness that was rasping at me. "In coming to me, as you have, you, yourself, are compounding a felony." He shrugged his thin shoulders and looked away at the two on the bluff's edge.
At any rate, it persevered, and poor Bluff's tongue fairly hung out with fatigue. In desperation, he was about to turn around, trusting to luck to get in a shot that would put an end to this awful chase in a circle, when the elk tripped and fell. "Now!" gasped Bluff. You would have thought he must have leveled his gun and fired. Jerry or Frank would, in all probability, have done that very thing.
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