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"It is some time since I was on the water, and I seem to have a fancy for a change at present. One is sick of riding into Richmond and hearing nothing but politics talked of. Don't be alarmed if you hear at any time that the boat has not come back at night, for if tide and wind are unfavorable at any time, I might stop at Cumberland for the night." "I have often had to do that," Furniss said.
His own people said he had been away for five days in the boat. The people at Furniss' knew nothing about this, and therefore there must be some mystery about it, and they doubted not that that mystery was connected with the runaway slave, and they guessed that he had either taken Tony and landed him near the mouth of the York River on the northern shore, or that he had put him on board a ship.
Furniss said in surprise; "what treachery has he been guilty of? I saw that he was one of those who escaped with you, and I rather wondered at the time at you two being mixed up together in anything. I heard that he had been recaptured through some black fellow that had been his slave, but I did not read the account. Have you got proof of what you say?"
It was the week before you ran away that Bob Furniss came up one evening, and for a long time I could not think what he was after.
"You'll break somebody's nose when it's frosted in," cried Bob Furniss, in a tone of sincere gratification. "Eh, Tim Binder! there'll be a rare job for thee feyther next spring, fettling up this wall, by t' time we've done wi' it." "Let me come," we heard Tim say. "Thou can't handle a stone. Let me come.
On the following afternoon Vincent told his mother that he was going over that evening to his friend Furniss, as an early start was to be made next morning; they intended to go down the river as far as Yorktown, if not further; that he certainly should not be back for two days, and probably might be even longer. "This new boating freak of yours, Vincent, seems to occupy all your thoughts.
Furniss the captors led Ashby's horse onward until the office shack was reached. Here two men freed the captive from his horse and led him inside. Dr. Furniss followed them and the door was closed. "Let's get away from here," urged Tom Reade. "A big crowd hanging about is sure to excite the poor fellow." "Reade, you're too soft and easy," grunted a Paloma man in the crowd.
He was obliged to keep the live things he got for his fresh-water aquarium in different jam-pots, because he could never be sure which would eat up which till he knew them better, and the water-scorpions and the dragon-fly larvæ ate everything. Bob Furniss did not mind pulling in among the reeds and waiting as long as you wanted. Mr.
Why, that wouldn't tip the 'chink' who irons our shirtwaists," and the original laugh was encored. "Are your folks all gone from Flosston, Rose?" Mary Furniss inquired, just as the little procession was about to break ranks for respective individual "barracks." "Oh, yes. Father got good work in Connecticut, and I may go soon," replied Rose frankly.
Perhaps her intimacy with Captain Cosgrove placed her in this preferred class, at any rate as a patrol leader Rose found herself both popular and influential. Mary Furniss insisted on planning a hike for the following Saturday afternoon.
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