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The Superintendent nodded. "Well where was I? Oh, yes, Little Pine, the biggest villain of them all, is somewhere about here. I got word of him when I was at the Blood Reserve on my way home some ten days ago. I heard he was with the Blackfeet, but I found no sign of him there. But he is in the neighborhood, and he is specially bound to see old Crowfoot.
"At present he is very loyal, sir, too loyal almost," said Cameron in a doubtful tone. "Duck Lake sent some of his young men off their heads a bit, and Frog Lake even more. The Sarcees went wild over Frog Lake, you know." "Oh, I don't worry about the Sarcees so much. What of Crowfoot?" "Well, he has managed to hold down his younger Chiefs so far.
Small wonder that the irresponsible young Chiefs, chafing under the rule of the white man and thirsting for the mad rapture of fight, were straining almost to the breaking point the authority of the cooler older heads, so that even that subtle redskin statesman, Crowfoot, began to fear for his own position in the Blackfeet confederacy.
Hilary saw how it was in a moment. The poor girl had apparently been tempted into trying to get at some of the yellow lilies and silvery water crowfoot which were growing abundantly in the centre of the wide moat, and to effect this she had entered a clumsy old boat that was evidently utilised for clearing out the weeds and growth from the stagnant water.
And by this time, knowing that this was the venerable Mr. Benjamin Quarterpage, of whom Crowfoot had told him, he took good stock of the newcomer as he took his place amongst his friends, who on their part received him with ebullitions of delight which were positively boyish. Mr.
A buoy was then attached to the end of one arm to float the anchor, with a sufficient amount of buoy-rope to allow it to sink to the requisite depth; the end of the cable was shackled into the thimble of the crowfoot, the buoy streamed overboard, and the anchor let go.
"Joseph," said Hodge, as young Joe Crowfoot stepped out, "I know your noble grandsire, and for his sake I'm not going to work you very hard to-day. I'll let you go right back to the bench in a moment." "Mebbe so," muttered young Joe. "We see." Then he picked out a good one and lifted a long fly into the field. "Hold your bases! hold your bases!" shouted the coachers at Hollis and Brooks.
The real name of what we call the Buttercup is the Bulbous Crowfoot, and there is also a Meadow Crowfoot in the field. A third crowfoot is the Corn Crowfoot. To-day we will notice one or two differences between the two plants we see here. The blossoms of both plants have five smooth shining yellow petals.
Young Joe stepped out and bunted handsomely, dropping his bat and scooting down the base line like a flash. Scrogg was seconds too late in securing the ball and sending it to Higgins. Crowfoot was safe. Thad Barking followed with an equally successful bunt. Hodge called Higgins and Scrogg in a bit. "Look out for those tricks," he warned. Bubbs glanced toward Sparkfair inquiringly. Dale nodded.
Old Crowfoot saw he was in the wrong box, and therefore hove about, and backed out in good time making the amende as smoothly as his gruff nature admitted, and trying to look pleased. Presently the same bothersome mate came down again "The strange sail is creeping up on our quarter, sir." "Ay?" said Crowfoot, "how does she lay?"
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