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"How is that?" inquired old Mr. Bell innocently, although the twinkle in Jimsy's eye had put the others on their guard. "Because of the sand-wiches there," rejoined the lad with a laugh, in which the others could not help joining. "I don't care about sandwiches, particularly ham ones," struck in Miss Prescott ingenuously, which set them all off again.
"Jimsy," she managed not to let her teeth chatter, "it's like a play or or a Wild West tale, isn't it? Like a 'Frank Merriwell' remember when you used to adore those things?" "No, Skipper, it's not like a 'Frank Merriwell'; he could always do something...." Jimsy's strong teeth ground together. "Yes 'Blooey, blooey! Fifteen more redskins bit the dust!" "Skipper, you wonder! You brick!"
"Jess," cried Peggy in a tense voice, "take that bucket and get water from that pump in the corner and then follow me." "But the boys!" gasped Jess. "They are only stunned. I saw Jimsy's arm move just now, and the lieutenant is breathing." With these words, she started from the room, darting up a narrow stairway leading from one end of the kitchen to the upper regions.
While the others set about getting a meal, Peggy and Jess linked arms and wandered off a short distance from the camp, bent on exploring. All at once Peggy gave a sudden, sharp little cry. "Oh, Jess, look! What a funny little creature!" "Ugh, what a horrid looking thing! What can it be?" exclaimed Jimsy's sister.
"Why, dear, from a snowball, of course. How else could you be so white?" "And have I pink eyes?" That was the little girl's second question. "What color did you think they were?" asked Bumper's mother, smiling. "Look at the eyes of your brothers and sisters." Bumper looked in Jimsy's and Wheedle's eyes, and saw they were pink, but he was still doubtful.
Then he would brighten again and lay a reassuring hand on her sleeve. "But you mustn't worry. Jimsy's got a level head on his shoulders, and he has too much at stake to go too far. He'll be all right in the end, Honor, I'm sure of that. And you know I'll always keep an eye on him!".
They were just beginning to talk about the future beyond hurrying back to Jimsy's father when Carter came for them. He called to them before he came limping into the little cleared space, which was partly his tact in not wanting to come upon them unannounced, and partly because he didn't want, for his own sake, to find them as he knew he would find them, without warning.
That college nonsense " And the contrast between that day of faith triumphant and this dark night was so sharp and cruel that she could not talk any more, even to comfort Carter. They were all silent, so that they clearly heard the unlocking, the opening, the closing of the door of Jimsy's room, and then a step a swift, sure step upon the stair. Then Yaqui Juan walked into the sala. "Juan!"
And then she heard Richard King saying in a voice very like his brother's, a little like Jimsy's: "Why, the boy's all right! Ab-so-lutely all right! Isn't he, Madeline? Steady as a clock. That college nonsense " And then Honor found herself leaning back in a marvelously comfortable chair by an open window and Mr. King was fanning her slowly and strongly and Mrs.
"Do anything within reason to balk that Mortlake crowd in their trickery and deceit," declared Peggy, with flashing eyes. "And we'll stand by you," announced Jimsy, stepping forward; "we'll go with you to Hampton, and we'll bring home the bacon!" The inexcusable slang went unreproved. Jimsy's enthusiasm was contagious.
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