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"What have you done?" "Had care of Mas'r's farm," said Tom. "Likely story!" said the other, shortly, as he passed on. He paused a moment before Dolph; then spitting a discharge of tobacco-juice on his well-blacked boots, and giving a contemptuous umph, he walked on. Again he stopped before Susan and Emmeline.
Jim came to his decision like the snapping of the jaws of a steel trap. Reaching back, he pressed Budge's hand, as a signal for him to be ready. Budge returned the pressure. Dolph stirred and drew a long breath. There was a moment of suspense. Overhead, a crow cawed harshly. Noiselessly Jim rose to his hands and knees and crept forward.
"To the best of my belief," said Tom, "an assay is as much unable to figure as it is to read." "Don't waste any more time on the kid, Dolph," growled another of the group. "He won't tell you anything that you want to know." "If he doesn't" rejoined Gage, "maybe he'll miss something. See here -Reade's your name, isn't it?"
And so, counting the baby and the two children and the old steersman, whom they all addressed as "Father," and omitting 'Dolph and the sheep, they were twelve on board. The second and third boats had half a dozen rowers apiece. The second was steered by a wizened middle-aged man, Jan by name. Tilda learned that he was the shepherd.
Watch Opdyke, not when he is swearing picturesquely, but when his mouth shuts and gets white around the corners with the mental pain, not the physical; and then you will take in what I mean." And Dolph, his face uncommonly grave and overcast, nodded shortly and went on his way, his fists stuffed into his pockets and his grim face half buried in his cavernous collar.
She clambered over the thwarts to the stern-sheets, 'Dolph sprang after her, and then with the lightest push the boy had her afloat so easily indeed that she had almost slid away, leaving him; but he just managed to clutch the gunwale close by the stem and to scramble after. He seized an oar at once and thrust off. Next came the difficult job of working her round and pointing her nose for the sea.
Dolph lay and listened earnestly; counted every footfall; listened and listened if the steps should return until, exhausted by watching and agitation, he fell into a troubled sleep. Daylight again brought fresh courage and assurance.
It was too late: the Indian, with that eagle quickness of eye so remarkable in his race, perceived something stirring among the bushes on the rock: he seized one of the guns that leaned against the tree; one moment more, and Dolph might have had his passion for adventure cured by a bullet.
"What's the use chasin' round over this pasture all night? Here we've wasted an hour already. I've fired away all my cartridges, and we haven't nailed a single bleater. We've got 'em so wild we can't sneak up within half a mile of 'em. Let's quit it for a bad job, go aboard, and turn in!" "Cut it out, Dolph!" impatiently retorted another voice. "You've got a backbone like a rope!
Dolph Heyliger had now nearly attained his one-and-twentieth year, and the term of his medical studies was just expiring; yet it must be confessed that he knew little more of the profession than when he first entered the doctor's doors.
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