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"By the low, significant tones over in Grace's corner I imagine another engagement is about to be announced," remarked Hippy, grinning broadly. All eyes were immediately turned upon Grace and Tom. Grace met their gaze with a shake of her head. "No," she said, "Tom and I are not even engaged. I must be free to go back to Overton next year to do my work there.
By this time Hippy had drawn a crowd of curious people about the booth devoted to that purpose, in which were piled dozens of packages of various shapes and sizes, all done up in white tissue paper and tied with red ribbons. Hippy picked up the first bundle. "Is there anyone here who will make a bid on this interesting package?" he cried. "It may contain treasure. Who knows?
He lost flesh at an alarming rate, and three months after his wedding day they laid him to rest in the quiet churchyard, with the touching epitaph over him, 'Things are not what they seem." Hippy buried his face in his handkerchief and sobbed audibly until David and Reddy pounced upon him and he was obliged to forego his lamentations and defend himself.
"The woods don't seem to be thinning out as they are likely to do toward the edge." "Keep going," called Reddy, confident of the direction. "You see, we had gone pretty far in, but I believe the open country is about a mile this way." A mile? Good heavens! Jessica and Anne were already stumbling from exhaustion, while Hippy was quite winded.
A commotion at the door interrupted Hippy. The mountaineers came crowding in dragging Washington Washington with them. Washington's eyes were rolling, and he was trembling from fright. "Is this heah your niggah?" demanded one, glaring at Hippy. "No, he isn't my 'niggah, but he belongs to our outfit. Why?" replied Lieutenant Wingate.
"Reckon you're all right so far as licenses is concarned, but ye can't carry guns up here till the season the game season's open," said the game warden, handing back the licenses. "It's always an open season for the kind of game we are going to hunt," Hippy informed him. "Eh? What kind's that?" "Your kind," retorted Hippy sharply. "That's all I've got to do with ye.
At this juncture four smiling young men hurried through the crowd of young people and straight to the circle surrounding the three girls, where they were received with cries of: "We were afraid you'd be too late!" and, "Why didn't you get here earlier?" "We're awfully sorry!" exclaimed David Nesbit. "We had to wait for Hippy. He overslept as usual.
Should the pirates be discovered, they frequently buy the plot, if they represent a big concern, and nothing more is done so far as the authorities are concerned." "You don't mean to say that reputable lumber companies go in for anything of that sort, do you?" wondered Hippy. "I did not say 'reputable. Of course not.
"Not half as glad as I am," replied David, looking at her with a smile. "Speaking of walking," remarked Hippy, "I have decided to go in for a little on my own account. Object, to become a light weight. Is there any one who will encourage me in this laudable resolution, and beguile me while I go 'galumphing' over the ground?"
Didn't I con-centrate on everything?" demanded Emma triumphantly. "You did," agreed Hippy in a guttural voice. "And didn't everything turn out just as I con-centrated that it should?" "It did," rumbled Hippy. "Then there is nothing more to be said," finished Emma amid the laughter of her companions. That night, having no tents to cover them, the Overland party slept in the cave.
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