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The reverberating crashes that had shaken the earth were dying out and now seemed much further away than at first. "Oh, what has happened?" begged Anne tremblingly. "The logs went out," answered Tom briefly. "Di did a log hit Hippy?" questioned Emma. "I don't know what hit him. Fetch water," directed Tom, who was fanning the unconscious Hippy with his hat.
"I reckon this is a circus after all," choked the guide, trying to talk and eat a slice of tough bacon at the same time. "Tell me what happened about that fire. I reckon you haven't told the whole of it." Hippy thereupon related what they had discovered after the fire, as well as the experiences they had gone through preceding the fire, to all of which the forest ranger lent an attentive ear.
Just wait until I get near enough to tell him that you mistook him for a lunatic. Hurrah! David and Hippy are with him." "Well, well, well!" exclaimed Hippy as the girls approached. "Here is Mrs. Harlowe's little girl and some of her juvenile friends. I'm very glad to see so many Oakdale children out to-day."
Reckon you-all'll have er right smart time gittin' to the loot'nant's property ever, 'cause that's where Bat an' his bunch make their hangout." "Do they live there?" asked Hippy. "Reckon they do now an' ag'in." "They carry on their business there? Is that what you mean, Julie?" questioned Elfreda. "Don't know nothin' 'bout that." The girls exchanged significant glances.
"I thought you would," grinned Hippy, seating himself triumphantly beside her. "I always gain my point by singing that song. It appeals to people. It is so pathetic. They would give worlds to " "Have you stop it," supplemented Tom Gray. "Yes," declared Hippy. "No, I don't mean 'yes' at all. Tom Gray is an unfeeling monster. I refuse to say another word. I have subsided.
Nesbit pulled her back in the nick of time. I honestly believe she would have reached the stage before Anne did, if her mother hadn't stopped her. Hippy told me they left before the benediction. I suppose Miriam was not equal to the mortification." "I thought perhaps Miss Thompson would have mentioned her name as coming second in the contest," said Grace. "She usually does, you know.
Grace had turned her attention to a large tag that was fastened to the holly ribbon with which the package was tied. She read aloud, "To my esteemed friend, Hippy, from his humble little admirer, Nora O'Malley." The instant of silence was followed by a shout of laughter, in which Nora joined. "You rascal!" she exclaimed, shaking her finger at Hippy.
I shall, of course, tell Nora where I am going and why." During the rest of the journey back to the Overland camp, the two men discussed the plan of action that Hippy should follow provided he got the timber plot the hiring of men and the purchase of equipment, and, by the time they had reached the Overland camp, all details were settled.
"I will see that you are taken care of, Hippy," smiled Mrs. Harlowe, who had come out on the veranda in time to hear Hippy's declaration. "Hello, Mother dear," called Grace, "I didn't know you were there." The young people were on their feet in an instant. Grace led her mother to a chair. "Stay with us awhile, Mother," she said. "Hippy is going to sing, and Nora, too."
"Oh, I know something that would be perfectly fine!" exclaimed Nora, hopping about in excitement. "Watch her," cried Hippy. "She is about to have a conniption. She always has them when an idea hits her. I've known her for years and " "Make him stop," appealed Nora to David and Reddy, "or I won't tell any of you a single thing."
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