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"What in the world kept you? I thought you were never coming," said Hughie, impatiently. "I tell you it's no easy thing to get away with mother on hand, but it's all right. Here's your bullets and slugs. I've brought some bannocks and cheese. We don't know when we'll get home. We'll pick up the track in your brule. Does any one know you're going?" "No, only Fusie.
In the Twentieth team the forward line was composed of Jack Ross, Curly Ross's brother, Fusie, Davie Scotch, and Don Cameron. The center was played by Hughie, with three little chaps who made up for their lack of weight by their speed and skill.
"Well," said Thomas, catching sight of those worthies through the trees, "let them come, too." Fusie was promptly willing, but Davie was doubtful. He certainly would not go to the manse, where he might meet the minister, and meeting the minister's wife under the present circumstances was a little worse. "Well, you can wait at the gate with Fusie," suggested Hughie, and so the matter was settled.
Thomas's eyes opened in surprise. This was a new thing in Hughie. "I'll ask your mother," he said, at length. "Get in with me here." Still Hughie hesitated. To get away from school was joy enough, to go with Thomas to the potato planting was more than could be hoped for. But still he stood making pictures in the dust with his bare toes. "There's Fusie," he said, "and Davie Scotch."
He wanted to come, but I wouldn't have it. Fusie gets so excited." Hughie's calmness was not phenomenal. He could hardly stand still for two consecutive seconds. "Well, let's go," and Don set off on a trot, with one of the black dogs in leash and the other following, and after him came Hughie running lightly. In twenty minutes they were at the manse clearing.
"Get me some water, Fusie," said Hughie, rather weakly. "Run, Fusie, ye gomeril, ye!" In a minute Fusie was back with a capful of water. "That's better. I'm all right now," said Hughie, sitting up. "Hear him!" said Davie. "Lie ye doon there, or I'll gie ye a crack that'll mak ye glad tae keep still."
"Losh me! that's the minister," said Don. "Yes, all right," he cried aloud, as up came Long John Cameron and the minister, with Fusie and a stranger bringing up the rear. "Fine work, this. You're fine fellows, indeed," cried Long John, "frightening people in this way." "Where is Hughie?" said the minister, sternly. Hughie came from behind the brush, hurriedly wiping his eyes.
Hughie, however, had his plan as well, for immediately upon the ball leaving his stick, he threw himself in Dan's way, checking him effectually, and allowing Fusie, with Don and Scotchie following, to get away. The Front defense, however, was too strong, and the ball came shooting back toward the line of Reds, one of whom, making a short run, passed far out to Dan on the right.
"Fusie, Fusie, ye gowk! where are ye gone?" In a moment or two Fusie reappeared through the branches with a capful of water, and dashed it into Hughie's face, with the result that the lad opened his eyes, and after a gasp or two, sat up and looked about him. "Och, laddie, laddie, are ye no deid?" said Davie Scotch.
Without any preliminary he dropped, and knocked the ball toward Fusie. But this was evidently what Dan expected, for as soon as Hughie made the motion to drop he charged hard upon the waiting Fusie.
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