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Lee placed in the hands of the sergeant some gold for his expenses, and enjoining it upon him to apprise him of his arrival in New York as soon as practicable, bade the adventurous Virginian farewell Champe, pulling out his watch, compared it with that of Lee, reminding him of the importance of holding back pursuit, which he was convinced would take place during the night, and which might be fatal, as he would be obliged to adopt a zigzag course, in order to avoid the patrols, which would consume time.
Champe won't throw rocks at us in recess-time, after we've called on her. She couldn't." "Called!" grunted Ross. "I couldn't make a call any more than a cow. What'd I say? What'd I do? I can behave all right when you just go to people's houses but a call!" Abner hesitated.
Well, Champe, or Morson, or himself, in a week they would all be over head and ears in love with her, and let him win who might.
"I don't see any particular joke in my having my maiden name." Abner, who instantly guessed at what was in Ross's mind, turned white at the thought of what they had escaped. Suppose he had laid on the card and asked for Miss Claiborne! "What's the matter, Champe?" inquired Ross, in a fairly natural tone.
"Not a cent not a copper cent." "But how will you live, man?" "Oh, somehow," he laughed carelessly. "I'll live somehow." "It's rather a shame, you know," responded Champe, "but there's one thing of which I am very sure the old gentleman will come round. We'll make him do it, Aunt Molly and I and Betty." Dan started.
"She doesn't need telling," responded Champe, going toward the door; and he added as they went together down the stair, "She always understands without words, somehow." Dan followed him into the yard, and watched him, from under the oaks beside the empty stagecoach, as he mounted and rode away.
"I bet there isn't," retorted Champe. "You kin sell me ter Marse Minor but Lawd, Lawd, you cyarn mek mammy leave off whuppin' me. You cyarn do dat widout you 'uz a real ole marster hese'f." "I reckon I can," said Champe, indignantly. "I'd just like to see her lay hands on you again. I can make mammy leave off whipping him, can't I, Betty?" But Betty, with a toss of her head, took her revenge.
"I'd like to know what Big Abel knows about it," promptly retorted Champe, and Dan grew white with rage and proceeded to roll up his sleeves. "I'll whip any man who says Big Abel doesn't know a gentleman!" he cried, making a lunge at his cousin. In point of truth, it was Champe who did the whipping in such free fights; but bruises and a bleeding nose had never scared the savage out of Dan.
"I shouldn't mind if every man in the world liked you better," she answered gayly. "If they only had as much sense as I've got, they would, foolish things." "I never knew but one who did," returned Betty, "and that was the Major." "But Champe, too." "Well, perhaps, but Champe's afraid of you.
I tell you now, sir, that the sooner you curb that tendency of yours, the better it will be." "Aren't we rather straying from the point?" interposed Champe half angrily. "There it is again," gasped the Major. The knife slipped in Champe's hand and scratched his finger. "Surely you don't intend to leave Dan to knock about for himself much longer?" he said coolly.
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