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I'm singing for my own self, and you oughtn't to listen I didn't ax you, and I'd like to know what you're doing so nigh Chub's house." "Why, where's your house, Chub?" asked one of the party. "You ain't looking for it, is you? 'cause you can't think to find it a-looking down. I lives in the tree-top when weather's good like to-night, and when it ain't, I go into the hollow.
Miss Conroy said no dispiritedly, and they swung about and followed Chub's leadership apathetically. It took Chub just five minutes to demonstrate that he knew what he was about. When he stopped, it was with his nose against a corral gate; not content with that, he whinnied, and a new, exultant note was in the sound.
Chub don't mind your hickories Chub's fingers are long he will pull away all the stones of your house, and then you will have to live in the tree-top." But on a sudden his tune was changed, as Rivers, half-irritated by the pertinacity of the dwarf, pull out a pistol, and directed it at his head. In a moment, the old influence was predominant, and in undisguised terror he cried out
His head fell on one shoulder, and one hand partially sustained it. As the former concluded his remarks, Chub recovered a posture as nearly erect as possible, and remarked, with as much significance as could comport with his general expression "Chub's mother was good to Chub, and Mr. Guy mustn't say nothing agin her." "But, Chub, will you not come and live with me?
It's a mighty dark place, the Wolf's Neck, and Chub's afear'd in the dark places, where the moon and stars won't shine down." "But you needn't be afraid now, little Chub. You're a good little fellow, and we'll keep with you and follow close, and there shall be no danger to you. We'll fight Guy Rivers for you, so that he can't hurt you any more." "You'll fight Guy! You! Guy kin fight to kill!"
"You're bad yourself, Mr. Guy. You cursed Chub, and you cursed Chub's mother; and your man burnt down Chub's house, and you wanted to shoot Chub on the tree." "But I didn't shoot, Chub; and I kept the men from shooting you when you ran away from the cave." "You can't shoot now," answered the idiot, with an exulting chuckle; "and they'll keep you in the ropes, Mr.
"If you're looking for Guy, 'tain't so easy to find him if he don't want to be found, and you must speak softly if you hunt him, whether or no. He's a dark man, that Guy Rivers mother always said so and he lives a long way under the ground." "And can't you show us where, Chub? We will give you money for your service." "Hain't you got 'tatoes? Chub's hungry hain't eat nothing to-night.
Mandy had helped Arabella to her feet, and picked up her shawls, which had fallen off. She was more frightened than hurt, but her feelings were injured. Patricia, brushing the snow from her cloak, spoke her thoughts very plainly. "Chub's a perfectly horrid boy," she said, "and we might have broken our necks." "Ye didn't, though," said Mandy.
Then we strapped on our war-belts, loosening knife and hatchet, pulled over our feet our spare ankle-moccasins of oiled moose-hide soled with the coarse hair of the great, blundering beast himself. I led, setting foot in the icy water, and moving out into the shadow with no more noise than a chub's swirl or a minnow's spatter-leap when a great chain-pike snaps at him.
Here, then, they were at a stand; but, according to Chub's directions, there must be a mode of ingress to still another chamber from this; and they prepared to seek it in the only possible way; namely, by feeling along the wall for the opening which their eye had failed to detect. They had to do this on hands and knees, so low was the rock along the edges of the cavern.
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