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'Have a heart, Governor, come along with me. Gimme a show! "It was not the creature's plea that moved me, nor his pretended deductions; I'm a bit old to be soft. It was the 'banker man' sticking like a bur in the hobo's talk. I wanted to keep him in right until I understood where he got it.
Pieces of glass flew in all directions, and Hobo, bleeding from several wounds, struggled through the splintered aperture made by the force of his spring, and leaped at the young man who had disturbed the peace of the cottage. For all Hobo's injuries, there was plenty of fight in him yet, and the consequences might have been serious if Peggy had not arrived upon the scene at the critical moment.
"'No such person! he repeated. 'Why, Governor, before God, I found a man like that, an' he was a banker one of the big ones, sure as there's a hell!" Walker put out his hands in a puzzled gesture. "There it was again, the description of Mulehaus! And it puzzled me. Every motion of this hobo's mind in every direction about this affair was perfectly clear to me.
"Gimme something to take to him," rapped out Hill to his wife, but the hobo's sharp ears had caught the words and he wheeled abruptly in his tracks. "I wouldn't take your danged lunch if it was the last grub on earth," he shouted in a towering rage; and while they stood gazing he turned his back and passed on over the hill.
And ever since he's been sneaking and skulking and stealing his victuals, and been stoned and driven off with whips, and shot at till it's a wonder he don't go 'round biting everybody he sees." It was evident that Hobo's lot had been a hard one, and that through no fault of his own.
"Yes, and he looks as if he understood," cried another voice. "See how his eyes shine." Even Peggy's doubts were vanishing before Hobo's air of absorbed attention. "Find her, Hobo," she insisted. "Find Aunt Abigail." The little group stood breathless, while Hobo descended the steps, and nose to earth, followed the winding gravelled path for half its distance.
"Did yeh " Slavin eyed the man keenly "did yeh see or hear any fella take a harse out av th' shtable durin' that time?" Gully moved slightly. With the mannerism he affected, his left hand dragging at his moustache and his right slid between the lapels of his coat, he leaned forward and fixed his eyes full upon the hobo's battered visage.
The hobo's return was hailed with joy. He was vastly improved in appearance, and fairly radiated contentment. He sank into the seat that Colonel Manysnifters had thoughtfully placed for him, somewhat apart from the rest, with a murmur of satisfaction not unlike the loud purring of a cat.
"Poor fellow," Peggy said, resolving to atone, as far as a few weeks of kindness could, for that dreadful year of homelessness. "You seem to like animals," she remarked, finding Hobo's champion oddly interesting. The boy cut off the head of a fish with a crunch. "I'd ought to," he returned grimly. "I've got to like something and I don't like folks." "What folks do you mean?"
Priscilla had always retained a trace of her first disapproval of Hobo's admission into the family circle, and even at that anxious moment, Peggy felt a little thrill of satisfaction over the fact that the wisdom of her charity had been vindicated.
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