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When a wrangler's rope caught him, the wiry little animal fought viciously for a few moments, then suddenly surrendered and was led out as docile as a lamb. "Who said that black is vicious?" demanded Hippy Wingate. "Want to ride him?" asked the guide good-naturedly. "No. I have a real pony for myself." "Watch those ears, Grace," warned Tom Gray.
"I wonder you managed to get it past that line of watchful gipsy girls." "I won't give it away," replied Hippy. "It's a surprise. You'll see, and I wager it will be the talk of the place before the evening is over." "Is it animal, vegetable or mineral, Hippy?" demanded Mrs. Nesbit. "Animal," replied Hippy. "Very much animal."
Once Tom succeeded in doing so. His blow knocked the foreman down, but Peg rolled away and was on his feet again with remarkable quickness, and went at his adversary determined to brain him. "Ready, girls!" called Hippy. "They are going to rush us," warned Grace. "When I say 'Clubs! you girls grab sticks, keep together, and stand your ground. Don't run at them."
"But it's against the law!" cried the Man in Charge. "We're not allowed to carry more than 1,000 pounds on these Machines." "Humph!" laughed the Kangaroo. "It's very evident, Hippy, that you'll have to go way back and lose some weight." "I can't help weighing three tons," said the Hippopotamus. "I'm built that way."
Grace was almost equally quiet in her movement, but now and then Hippy Wingate would stumble, followed by a grunt or a growl of disgust that might have been heard several yards away. Hippy, being between the guide and Grace, knew that two pairs of ears were alert for any fumbling on his part, which irritated more than it helped him to be quiet.
Picking up her rifle, and strapping on her revolver, Grace stepped over to Hippy and peered down into his face. He was sound asleep and snoring. "It were a pity to wake him," she muttered, moving quietly away and sitting down within a dozen feet of the sleeping man to guard the camp for the rest of the night. Grace suddenly tensed with every faculty on the alert.
One mule was to be ridden by Washington, the other to be left to its fate, hidden in a dense growth of laurel. "I suppose he will awaken the whole country with his brays," growled Hippy. "There are mules and mules," observed Emma Dean. Hippy gave her a quick, keen glance, but her face was guileless.
An advance log, rushing straight towards the gates, swerved when within a few feet of them, and, rearing half its dripping length, hurled itself against the gate-lever at which Hippy and Tom were tugging. Both saw the giant rise from the boiling flood. "Too late! Save your " Tom did not finish.
When night came and still no Hippy, the depression of the Overlanders increased and there was little conversation, each one appearing to be listening, Emma, with a faraway look in her eyes, now and then relapsing into deep thought. Emma was "con-centrating." The same arrangement for guarding the camp, as had been carried out the previous night, was again followed.
"There is nothing like congenial company when one travels," remarked Hippy Wingate, favoring his friends with a patronizing smile. "Now, when I came home from college I was obliged to consort with such grouches as David Nesbit and Reddy Brooks, who made me keep quiet when I wished to speak, and speak when I fain would have slept. But, observe the difference, all these fresh and charming damsels "
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