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She was, at this time, sitting cross-legged in an arm-chair at a tea-table, on which, beside the tea equipage, was a medley of things of which no prudent tongue or pen would undertake to give a correct inventory. At the feet of this fair lady, kneeling on one knee, was a thin, subdued, simple-looking quaker, of the name of Nathaniel Gazabo.
"And does my Angelina spare my delicacy," said Miss Hodges "does my Angelina not remember, in any of my long letters, the name of Orlando! There he stands." "Orlando! Is this gentleman your Orlando, of whom I have heard so much?" "He! he! he!" simpered Nat. "Mrs. Hodges Gazabo, my Araminta!" said Angelina, with astonishment, which she could not suppress.
"I knew it would prove handy in time," grinned Jimmie. "I caught this gazabo on the fly, eh?" "I can't understand how you managed it, in this thicket," Ned said. "There's a clear space there where he leaped at you," Jimmie said. "I saw him rising to spring and dropped it over his head, like a bag over a blind pig. What you goin' to do with him, now you've got him?"
He's an American, and a fine fellow." "Well," Jimmie cut in, "you're likely to see him if you stick around here. They geezled him, so another gazabo could get his concession." "And marooned him off here? Is that it?" asked the stranger. "Well, there's a pair of us, then, that don't find anything nourishing in the scenery. Where is he?"
"Come, mistress or miss, then, you'll be pleased to come along with me," said the constable, seizing hold of Angelina "like mistress, like maid." "Villain! unfeeling villain! oh, unhand my Angelina, or I shall die! I shall die!" exclaimed Araminta, falling into the arms of Nat Gazabo, who immediately held the replenished glass of brandy to her lips "Oh, my Angelina, my Angelina!"
"She may be crazy, but she says the same thing you're always saying. She says my form is not American but French." "Then I take my hat off to her," Billy responded. "No wheels in her head if she says that. Take it from me, she's a wise gazabo." "And she speaks good English, Billy, like a school teacher, like what I guess my mother used to speak. She's educated."
"Oh, yes, no doubt!" from Billy Louise, who was trying not to giggle. "Oh, he had 'em, far as that goes. Brave buckaroo had heart-burnings enough for a Laura Jean Libbey romance. All according to Hoyle. Young hero Say, Bill, what's the matter with that gazabo, anyway? Hasn't he got good eyesight, or what? Can't the chump see he's overlooking a bet when " "Oh, you make me sick!"
"Nay, verily," replied the meekest of men, "I cannot swear, my Rachel, being a quaker; but I will affirm." "Swear, swear," cried the lady, in an imperious tone, "or I will never be your Araminta." "I swear," said Nat Gazabo, in a timid voice. "Then, Natty, I consent to be Mrs. Hodges Gazabo. Only remember always to call me your dear Araminta."
"Well, it isn't exactly a black plot, but it's a kind of a dark brown." "One thing sure," I said, "you're not a tramp, I know that I can tell." "You're a wise little gazabo," he said. "Would you really like to know who I am?" I told him sure I would. "Do you think I look like a tramp?" he asked me.
"Why," was the reply, "this gink here," pointing toward the prisoner whose disguise had been removed, "this gazabo hadn't much confidence in his own ability to win this fight, so he appealed to the revolutionary leaders." "That's fine!" Jack said. "We may have the luck to see a full-fledged revolution doing business." "You are quite likely to."
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