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Grannie Staples was took to the Union last Wednesday fortnight, and anyone's got the run of her garden since. Don't you let the new parson get us put away, Cap'en. We belongs to the Island I'm William Jennifer's Tommy, please Cap'en, and 'e's Bobby Sclanders 'e is."
"Seems like yesterday that Emma was born." "It does," Jennifer said enthusiastically. Oliver took one hand from the steering wheel and rested it on top of Jennifer's. "Merry Christmas," he said. "Merry Christmas, Emma." He looked over his shoulder at Emma, buckled into her car seat, serene, half asleep. "I love Emma." "And me?" "And you," he said.
In such a fray as that which followed 'tis the trivial things that leave their mark upon the memory. For one, I recall the curious thrill of master-might it gave me to feel the play of Jennifer's great shoulder muscles against my back in his plying of the heavy claymore.
You may be sure that Richard Jennifer's bitter reproachings came home to me in sharpest fashion, the more since now I saw how we had lost our chance by neglecting the commonest precautions.
"My grandmother's name was Emma." Jennifer was smiling again. "Sure," Oliver said, "I like it. What if it's a boy?" "I don't know," she said. "My father's name is Gene." "How about Frisco?" "Frisco? But that's a place, not a person . . ." "Nakano. Nakano Prescott, now there's a name." "I don't know." Jennifer's hands went protectively to her belly. "Nak? Naky?" Oliver raised his voice.
In this haphazard hunting nothing ever fell to Jennifer's skilless clubbing, or to mine; but the old borderer and the Indian were better marksmen, and now and then some bird or squirrel or rabbit sitting on its form came to the pot, though never enough of all or any to more than sharpen the famine edge of hunger.
Richard spun around and gripped the Indian by the shoulders. "Then she is alive and safe?" he burst out. "Speak, friend, whilst I leave the breath in you to do it!" "Ugh!" said the chief, in nowise moved either by Jennifer's vehemence or by the dog-like shake. "What for Captain Jennif' think papoose thinks 'bout the Gray Wolf and poor Injun?
I said I was fit enough, and would do whatever he thought best. And then I took a step upon the forbidden ground. "Falconnet is still at Appleby Hundred?" I said. He nodded. "And you will join the army at the front and leave Margery to his tender mercies?" His laugh was bitter; so bitter that I scarce knew it for Richard Jennifer's.
It was full two days after the coming of the baronet and the factor-lawyer Pengarvin before I saw my lady's face near-hand again, and sometimes I was glad for Richard Jennifer's sake, but oftener would curse and swear because I was bound hand and foot and could not balk my enemy.
But afterward all sounds, save the rhythmic dip and drip of Jennifer's paddle, faded on the sense of hearing till, as it would seem, this gentle monody of dipping blade and tinkling drops became a crooning lullaby to blot out all the years that lay between, and make me once again a little child sinking asleep in my young mother's arms.
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