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After all, Paw Hoover had always been good to her, and when she and Zara had run away from Hedgeville, he had helped them instead of turning them back, as he might so easily have done. It seemed strange to Bessie that so good and kind a man should have such a worthless son.
What Paw Hoover had told her had done more to confirm the truth of Bessie's story than all the talk she had heard in Hedgeville. She liked the old farmer and she wondered what he meant to do. He didn't leave her long in doubt. "I'll just go over with you," he said, "if you'll make out to ferry me back here again." And Wanaka dared not refuse.
About the only people who came there in automobiles came to see someone and usually Farmer Weeks." "There, you see!" "But, Miss Eleanor, Mr. Holmes knows all about Hedgeville! He's been there ever so many times! I thought this morning, as soon as he stopped to talk to you, that I'd seen him before somewhere, but I wasn't sure." "Why, what do you mean? Are you sure now?"
Bessie took the map then, and she found that Jericho was in the same state as Hedgeville, just as she had suspected.
And the fact that he had deliberately lied about that seemed to her good evidence that he had something to conceal. He knew Farmer Weeks. And in some fashion Farmer Weeks was intimately bound up with the affairs of Zara and her father. Everything that had happened since their flight from Hedgeville proved that beyond the shadow of a doubt.
So that old Farmer Weeks you know about him, don't you? is our guardian in that state, and he's got an order from the judge near Hedgeville putting us in his care until we are twenty-one." "But that order's no good in this state?" "No, because here Miss Mercer is our guardian. But if they can get us into that other state, no matter how, they can hold us." "Oh, I see!
He'd never let himself or his car be mixed up in such a business. And I'm sure he doesn't know Brack, and has never had anything to do with him." "But it is Zara's ribbon! I'm positive of that," insisted Bessie. "And he's the same man I saw at Farmer Weeks' place in Hedgeville, too." "No, no; I'm afraid you're mistaken, Bessie." "But the ribbon why should that be in his car?" "Let me see it."
"How do you know so much about them, Bessie, if you never saw anything of them when you were in Hedgeville?" "I read a book about them once. It's called 'Lavengro, and it's by a man who's been dead a long time now; his name was Borrow." "What a funny name! I never heard of that book, but I'll get it and read it when I get home. It tells about the gypsies, you say?" "Yes.
There's one thing sure, you managed to acquire a lot of sense while you lived in Hedgeville. The sort we call common sense, though I don't know why, because it's the rarest sort of sense there is. Keep on acting just like that when people ask you questions and try to get you to tell them things." "Do you think anyone else is likely to do that, Mr. Jamieson?" "You can't tell.
"Of course I ought to take the crossroad! If he's gone to Zebulon Wanaka will find him, and if he hasn't, he must have gone this way. If I turn off here, there'll be someone after him, no matter which way he's gone." So, still keeping to the side of the road, she followed the pointer on the signboard which said, "Hedgeville, six miles."
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