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I guess they thought I was crazy, appearing from up in the mountains like that and shouting about pits and passageways and Rebels' Cave. But as soon as Mr. Elting and Uncle Jeb took me into their boat, I told them about all that happened. Uncle Jeb just looked at Mr. Elting and Mr, Elting looked awful serious.
"I can't eat mine they look so impossible!" And Barbara raised her hand and threw her doughnut over the cliff. "Oo-ah!" came from Jeb in dismay, but he hurriedly left the girls. Polly was surprised, too, but she merely said: "We never waste anything worth while. The chickens and pigs like doughnuts if we ever have any left for them."
Thus pondering the problem, she sat down opposite Jeb and entertained him, as he ate his Sunday supper of pork and beans. The interesting events which crowded each other, day after day, in this western life, so engrossed the girls that Bob forgot her vow to send a telegram for return money to Chicago. She even forgot to write to Mrs.
"Yes, I see," said Roy. "And tomorrow I want to go back with you fellows in the Good Turn and see Mr. Temple. I want to ask him if that kid can stay with Jeb 'till Christmas. Then I'll come back up to camp. I've thought a lot lately about our trip up in the Good Turn, Roy." "Yes so have I, Tom. But don't talk now. Doc doesn't want you to."
Oh, beuchus maiden no, no, Ah musen't call her 'maiden' er she'll knock me down," murmured Jeb, scratching his head in perplexity. His audience almost choked with laughter, but he suddenly brightened up again and said to himself: "Yeh, that's it! She'll like thet."
An' nex' time we-all kin go on to Noo York, like-as-how Ah said." Eleanor caught her breath at this astounding news. The picture of Barbara and her mother receiving Sary and Jeb proved too much for her risibles and she laughed merrily as she replied to Sary's announcement. "Sary, if Jeb and you would honor our house with a visit, I'd tell Daddy to look after you-all.
Mr. Brewster shook his head. "Ah reckon you-all talk sense but Ah would offer an amendment to your plan: to have Polly and Anne take Jeb for an escort and ride on at once. Let the horses have their head and get to the cave as soon as you can. Hold the fort until we-all join you. We-all will see these two men and find out what they are after."
He was nearer to them than any other Southern horseman, and he seemed to be indifferent to danger. "Look! look! There's Jeb Stuart!" exclaimed Dick. He had heard so much about the famous Stuart and his gorgeous uniform that he knew him instinctively, and, Warner and Pennington, as their eyes followed his pointing finger felt the same conviction.
Pepsy did not pause to speak with Uncle Eb and Aunt Jamsiah who were sitting in the kitchen, but the latter, seeing her in tears, said kindly, "No folks passed by to the carnival to-night, Pepsy?" "Looks like rain," Uncle Eb said consolingly; "to-morrer'll be the big night when they have the wrestlin' match. I reckon Jeb Collard n' all his summer folks will go up on th' hay-rig from West Baxter.
That dashing-looking cavalry-man, with 'fighting jacket, plumed hat, jingling spurs, and gay decorations, but solemn, devout aspect during the service, is 'Jeb' Stuart, the flower of cavaliers and all through the vast crowd wreaths and stars of rank mingle with the bars of the subordinate officers and the rough garb of the private soldier.
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