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Updated: May 22, 2025
"I suppose all this time he is deeply thinking," said Mary Louise as the girls sat on the porch watching him, the day after their arrival, "but it would be interesting to know what direction Bub's thoughts take." "He must be figuring up his earnings and deciding how long it will take to buy that winter sweater," laughed Irene.
Sarah withdrew the gold-piece and put a larger one in its place. "There," she said; "let's make it ten dollars, and save time." Bub's hesitation vanished, but he asked anxiously: "Tain't go'n' to do no harm to them gals thet's stoppin' here, is it?" "It is to do them a good turn that I'm sending this telegram." "Honor bright?" "Hope to die, Bub." "All right; I'm off."
The savages seemed to think that a strong force occupied the cabin; for, with a loud yell, and a hasty discharge of fire-arms, they vanished from sight. Charlie was astounded at Bub's misunderstanding of the order and the effect produced.
The bird moved painfully away, trying to hide behind the leafy stalks. But Bub's bright eyes could not be eluded, and he followed after, calling, "Chick, chick, chick!" mistaking it for a domestic fowl.
"Bub's sorry he's been naughty; Bub won't be naughty no more. Bub love Charlie;" and he put his little face lovingly against Charlie's. But he started back as Charlie's hot cheeks touched his tender flesh. Remembering how hot his own flesh was when tortured with thirst in the tree, and how grateful the draught of water was Charlie fetched from the spring at the risk of his life, Bub exclaimed,
Be patient and it may end better than we now fear." So Bub drove Mr. Conant to Millbank and then the boy took the car to the blacksmith shop to have a small part repaired. The blacksmith made a bungle of it and wasted all the forenoon before he finally took Bub's advice about shaping it and the new rod was attached and found to work successfully.
The little fellow had received a terrible fright, and at first struggled with singular strength to free himself from Charlie's grasp, and Charlie's arms ached from the constant strain in holding him; his efforts, however, were rewarded at last by Bub's beginning to comprehend the case. "It's the wicked Indians," whispered Charlie, "and they'll kill us if we make any noise."
Bub's manner showed that he felt his consequence much increased by his clerical outfit, and the benignant gravity of his face was edifying to behold. "Goodness gracious!" exclaimed the old lady; "what on airth you up to, you imp o' Satan? Can't you berhave in the minister's house?" and, seizing the urchin as he landed, she only ceased shaking him as the spectacles dropped to the floor.
Bub's eyes dimmed at the melancholy sight, but but just then the lieutenant came to take him down to the commander, and he straightened up and set his lips firmly, as if this were a very commonplace affair and he were used to being sent to Siberia every day in the week.
Aroused by the shouts of the soldiers over Bub's appearance, he had opened his eyes, and, imagining that the Indians were assailing the cabin, murmured, in a clear, distinct voice, "Pull the string, Bub!" Mr. Cowles farmer, grocer, postmaster, and money-lender drew his chair to the fire.
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