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"Amen to that!" said Lambert heartily while Ludwig van Holp looked at his brother in such a bright, proud way that Jacob Poot, who was an only son, wished from his heart that the little form buried in the old church at home had lived to grow up beside him. "Humph!" said Carl. "It's all very well to be saintly and forgiving, and all that sort of thing, but I'm naturally hard.

If the explanation failed to satisfy him, it at least seemed to do so. "I reckon ye'd better let me holp ye up on thet old mule," he said; "hit's a-comin' on ter be night." With the mountaineer's aid, Lescott clambered astride the mount, then he turned dubiously. "I'm sorry to trouble you," he ventured, "but I have a paint box and some materials up there.

When their owner stepped softly into the house, they were left outside to act as sentinels until his return. Hans left the Van Holp mansion with a lightened heart. Peter had brought word from Haarlem that young Brinker was to commence working upon the summer-house doors immediately. There was a comfortable workshop on the place and it was to be at his service until the carving was done.

There was a quick light of protest in the girl's dark eyes; but the old miller was honored by both factions, and without a word she turned to the boy, who was tying the sack. "The boat's loose!" he called out, with the string between his teeth; and she turned again and ran out. Rome stood still. "Kerry the sack out, boy, 'n' holp the gal."

Ben said this in such a sprightly tone that the two Van Holps and Carl felt sure that he had proposed a plan that would relieve the party at once. "What? what? Tell us, Van Mounen," they cried. "He says it is not Jacob's fault that the money is lost that he did it for the best when he proposed that Van Holp should put all of our money into his purse." "Is that all?" said Ludwig dismally.

Dee'll drib d' English into d' sea, and wese t' hab ouh freedom, ouh freedom an' plenty lan' t' lib on." "Dat's it," shouted some one, "an' we gwine t' holp, suah!" The negroes were so intent upon their speaker that they did not perceive us until we were right among them, and even then for a few minutes, as we forced our way through the mob, no one knew us.

"You'll pick out the lad quick enough, mynheer, because he's in company with Peter van Holp, and his hair curls up over his forehead like foreign folk's, and if you hear him speak, he talks of big and fast, only it's English, but that wouldn't be any hindrance to your honor." The doctor had already lifted his hat to go.

"Peter van Holp!" shouted a hundred voices; for he was the favorite boy of the place. "Huzza! Huzza!" Now the music was resolved to be heard. It struck up a lively air, then a tremendous march. The spectators, thinking something new was about to happen, deigned to listen and to look. The racers formed in single file. Peter, being tallest, stood first.

An' he declares fur true ef I don't holp him at this junctry, when he needs me, he won't hire his mule to my mother nex' spring; an' ye know it won't do fur we-uns ter resk the corn-crap an' gyarden truck with sech a pack o' chill'n ter vittle ez we-uns hev got at our house." Nate deduced an unexpected conclusion. "Ye oughter gin me more'n haffen the make," he said.

I did see d' French a-comin' millions o' dem all a-ma'chin' t'rough d' forest. Dee's almost hyah. Dee want us t' holp." A hoarse yell interrupted him, and I saw that something must be done. "Wait a minute, boys," I cried. "Let me ask Polete a question. You say you have seen the French marching, Polete?" He nodded sullenly. "What was the color of their uniforms?"

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