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My scalp, and Jasper's, and Master Cap's there, and the Sarpent's too, would sartainly have been smoked; but as for the Sergeant's daughter, I do not think they would have hurt a hair of her head." "And why should I suppose that enemies, known to spare neither women nor children, would have shown more mercy to me than to another? I feel, Pathfinder, that I owe you my life."
'Your patient must have some bread and milk to-night, and to-morrow you can come to see how he is. 'Yes, of course I shall, answered Florence, and she knelt down to kiss Cap's nose before the vicar put her up on her pony. Now, though Florence was so fond of flowers and animals and everything out of doors, she was never dull in the house on a wet day.
The Old Hidden House, with its mysterious traditions, its gloomy surroundings and its haunted reputation, had always possessed a powerful attraction for one of Cap's adventurous spirit. To seek and gaze upon the somber house, of which, and of whose inmates, such terrible stories had been told or hinted, had always been a secret desire and purpose of Capitola.
Walk in now with me, and we'll see if you're such a stranger as you'd have me think. He looked infinitely troubled, but I took him by the neck and wrist and we set off for the gate. When we had gone a pace or two he stopped. 'I beg your pardon, he said, 'my cap's after falling down on the over side of the wall. May I cross over and get it? That was too much for me.
"Don't squeeze me into an apoplexy, you little bear," said Old Hurricane, turning purple in the face, from the savage hug of Cap's joyful arms. "Come along and sit down with me, at this table, and let us see what the letters have brought us." They took their seats opposite each other at a small table, and Old Hurricane threw the whole mail between them, and began to pick out the letters.
Here I paused, f'r I had no samples iv th' Cap's writin' to compare with it. So I wrote wan mesilf. They was much th' same. "Sure," says I, "th' Cap's guilty," I says. But how did he do it? I thried a number iv experiments. I first laid down over th' letther a piece of common tissue paper. Th' writin' was perfectly plain through this. Thin I threw it on a screen eighteen hands high.
"Two witnesses have sworn they saw you come out of the thicket shortly before sun-down." "That was on my way home. I tried again to get Curly to hunt up the cap." "How do you account for the cap's being found at the upper edge of the thicket?" "I cannot account for it." "Could the dog have carried it that far in the time before he returned?" "I do not think so I am certain not."
"Don't squeeze me into an apoplexy, you little bear," said Old Hurricane, turning purple in the face, from the savage hug of Cap's joyful arms. "Come along and sit down with me, at this table, and let us see what the letters have brought us." They took their seats opposite each other at a small table, and Old Hurricane threw the whole mail between them, and began to pick out the letters.
These improbable tales were harmless, however, and in time he became almost an institution at the Canyon. The last years of his life were spent at El Tovar, regaling the tourists with his colorful and imaginary incidents of the wild and woolly days. He was quite proud of his Munchausenian abilities. Another old-timer at the Canyon, W. W. Bass, who is still alive, was Cap's best friend.
What do you mean by facing me at all?" he roared, shaking his fist within an inch of Capitola's little pug nose. "I am here because you sent for me, sir," was Cap's unanswerable rejoinder. "Here because I sent for you! humph! humph! humph! and come dancing and smiling into my room as if you had not kept me awake all the live-long night yes, driven me within an inch of brain fever!
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