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Kincaid chased hard and breathlessly to force their quarry up a tree. When that was accomplished, it was by no means easy to get a shot. The squirrel leaped from one tree to another as fast as his enemies below could run. Finally he climbed to the top of a tall beech whose trunk he immediately put between himself and the hunters.
Kincaid's knees. He would not permit Bobby to touch it, however. When the old white horse had struggled over the grade and into the stump-dotted country, Mr. Kincaid hitched him to the fence, and, followed closely by the excited Bobby, climbed into a field. From his pocket, quite deliberately, he produced a small paper target and a dozen tacks wrapped in a bit of paper.
Bobby dressed in his thickest winter clothes, which he had brought for the occasion. When, after breakfast, he put on his reefer and over that the canvas coat, he looked and felt like a cocoon. "That's all right," Mr. Kincaid reassured him. "It's going to be cold, and you'll be mighty glad of them." They stepped out on the float, and Mr. Kincaid thrust the duck-boat into the water.
After the Russian and his party, which consisted of Paulvitch and the several men he had left upon the Kincaid to attend to the matter of coaling, had retreated before her fire, Jane realized that it would be but a temporary respite from their attentions which she had gained, and with the conviction came a determination to make a bold and final stroke for freedom from the menacing threat of Rokoff's evil purpose.
A duck flying not a foot above the water swung in an awkward circle and lit with a long furrowing splash not forty feet away. Bobby glanced toward Mr. Kincaid. The latter was gazing at the sky, his hands clasped behind his head. Cautiously Bobby reloaded with the other cartridge, and again thrust the rifle muzzle between the reeds.
"What is the matter?" he asked. "You ban sick?" "Where is my baby?" she cried, ignoring his questions. Anderssen held out the chubby infant, but she shook her head. "It is not mine," she said. "You knew that it was not mine. You are a devil like the Russian." Anderssen's blue eyes stretched in surprise. "Not yours!" he exclaimed. "You tole me the kid aboard the Kincaid ban your kid."
Kincaid held the boat while Bobby stepped ashore; then made it fast, and, without bothering with the game, opened the hut and lit the candle. Bobby sat down dully. He had no further interest in life. Mr. Kincaid glanced at his disconsolate little figure humped over on the stool, and smiled grimly beneath his moustache. But he made no comment; and set about immediate construction of a fire.
Kincaid after a moment, "you're going to have lots of cold work, and hard work and disagreeable work to do things that you can't finish in a minute, either, but that may last all day or all the week. And you'll have to do it. If you get to thinking of how long it's going to take, you'll find that you will have a tough time, and that probably it won't be done very well, either.
Will you please to keep back!" Flora still leans out. Some one is melodiously calling: "Captain Kincaid!" It is Mrs. Callender. "Captain!" she repeats. He smiles up and at last meets Anna's eyes. Flora sees their glances angels ascending and descending and a wee loop of ribbon that peeps from his tightly buttoned breast.
"To me," she said, "it seemed such a good-for-nothing that even if I saw it is gone, me, I think I wouldn' have take' notice." All at once she brightened: "Anna! without a doubt! without a doubt Captain Kincaid he has it!" About to add a caress, she was startled from it by a masculine voice that gayly echoed out in the hall: "Without a doubt!"
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