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He sat peacefully under the cool trail of the great elm all the forenoon, while little Dan'l played with her doll. The child was rather languid after her shock of the day before, and not disposed to run about. Also, she had a great sense of responsibility about the old man. Sarah Dean had privately charged her not to let Uncle Daniel get "overhet."
I've sent word home by Tummels that if anyone in St. Ives falls sick to-day he'll have to send over to Penzance." The greater part of the afternoon Dan'l slept, and the doctor smoked his pipe and kept watch. At six o'clock they finished the loaf that had been packed up with William Sleep's clothes, emptied the doctor's flask, and fell to discoursing for the last time upon religion.
Dan'l would raise his rifle, put a bullet twixt a buffalo's eyes an' he'd drap in his tracks. The Injuns wuz tickled ter death an' thought him the greatest man that ever lived an' he wuz, too. So they got ter likin' him an' treatin' 'im better. For seven days an' nights him an' Stuart helped 'em hunt an' showed 'em how ter work er rifle.
A baby could have held Bob, in spite of the furious show of struggling that he made, while, on the other hand, Peter sat grinning, and was compelled to pass one arm round Dexter, and clasp his own wrist, so as to thoroughly imprison him, and keep him back. "Better let 'em have it out, Dan'l," he cried. "My one's ready." "Let me go. Let me get at him," shrieked Bob.
"But I shall return to the Adams camp. I am not afraid, sir." "Tut, tut!" he rapped. "I know you're not afraid; nevertheless we won't let you do it." "They wouldn't lay hands on me." "Um-m," he mused. "Mebbe not. No, reckon they wouldn't. I'll say that much. But by thunder they'd make you wish they did. They'd claim you trapped Dan'l. You'd suffer for that, and in place of this boy, and a-plenty.
"Shan't," cried Bob, as he settled down to fish a hundred yards away. "Always coming here after that boy," grumbled Dan'l. "If I could have my way I'd bundle 'em both out of the town together. Young robbers, that's what they are, the pair of 'em." Dexter's face flushed, and he was about to respond, but the old gardener began to move away.
"Oh, if I could only get across!" said Dexter, in a hoarse low voice. "Would you give it him if you could!" said old Dan'l, with a grim laugh. "Yes," said Dexter, between his teeth. "Ay, he would, Dan'l," said Peter excitedly. "I wish he was over yonder." "Yah! yah! look at the old caterpillar-killers," cried Bob. "Who stole the boat? Yah!" These last were farewell shots.
"That its bein' Christmas Day and as I've heard tell that's NO DAY IN LAW, but just like Sunday Dan'l mebbe thought that he might crawl outer that satisfaction piece, ef he ever wanted ter! Dan'l is mighty cute." Mr. John Lummox was not behind his employer in developing unexpected traits of character.
Tummels, all this while, kept quiet at Porthleah, like a wise man, and sat watching Phoby Geen like a cat before a mousehole. Phoby had turned up at the Cove in the Nonesuch on the fourth day after the lugger was lost, and at once began crying out, as innocent as you please, upon the mess that Dan'l had made through his wrongheadedness.
"Well, well, well, it's been some time since you've been on this 'ere box, hain't it? I'd kinder forgotten what town it was we took you from; I knew it was somewhere hereabouts though, an' I've kept my eye peeled for you ever since we've been in this part of the country. So you found your Uncle Dan'l all right, did you?" "Yes, Ben, an' he was awful good to me when I got home; but Mr.
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