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That's about all I know about it," laughed Ned, assisting his companion to his feet, and supporting him, for Tad was still a bit unsteady from his late desperate encounter. "You're lucky to be alive." "What what has happened!" "That," answered Ned, pointing to Lige as the latter roughly jerked the captive mountaineer to an upright position. "Find the ponies!" commanded the guide sharply.
"My God," cried the Colonel, in agony, "to think that he kept it from me I to think that Lige kept it from me!" "It is because he loves you, Pa," answered the girl, gently, "it is because he loves us." He said nothing to that. Virginia got up, and went softly around the table. She leaned over his shoulder. "Pa!" "Yes," he said, his voice lifeless. But her courage was not to be lightly shaken.
The little Chinese maiden was confused both by the American word and the American idea. "The Chinese girl has respect for her husband; she does what he tells her to do, but she does not all the time 'lige' him, because her father has chosen him for her husband. I shall marry a prince, when I go back to China, but he is 'verra' old." "Oh, I see!" Bab rejoined.
After having shown the cat to Lige and getting his promise to teach them how to skin it, the boys set to with a will to assist in the unpacking. While they were pitching the tents over the pine cots Jose got out his Buzzacot range, which he started up in the open, and in a few moments the savory odors of the cooking reached the nostrils of the Pony Riders, drawing from them a shout of approval.
The boy's appetite, however, had not been affected by the experience through which he had passed that afternoon, and he stowed away a hearty meal, after which the evening was spent in listening to stories of the chase related by Lige Thomas. There being still no sign of Ben Tackers on the following morning, a visit to the cave was decided upon.
They did not call to the boy, for they saw him swerve across the road toward the gate. He did not lift his head until he reached the gate, and he did not wait for Mavis. He had no need, for she had hurried to his side when he halted at the steps of the porch. "Uncle Lige," he said, "me an' Mavis hyeh want to git married."
It was a long time before he spoke again. The Captain waited like a man who expects and deserve, the severest verdict. But there was no anger in Mr. Carvel's voice only reproach. "And you wouldn't tell me, Lige? You kept it from me." "My God, Colonel," exclaimed the other, passionately, "how could I? I owe what I have to your charity. But for you and and Jinny I should have gone to the devil.
"You ruin her!" The bluff young Captain put down his glass to laugh. "Ruin her!" he exclaimed. "Her pa don't ruin her I eh, Ephum? Her pa don't ruin her!" "Lawsy, Marse Lige, I reckon he's wuss'n any." "Ephum," said the Colonel, pulling his goatee thoughtfully, "you're a damned impertinent nigger. I vow I'll sell you South one of these days. Have you taken that letter to Mr. Renault?"
He laughed good-naturedly and turned the subject aside just as Lige Smith and Jack Jackson came in with an unusual companion that put a stop to all further talk. Women were never seen at night time around Jake's; even his wife was invisible, and I got a sort of shock when I saw old Cayuga Joe's girl, Elizabeth, following at the boys' heels.
"Marse Comyn, you know what I done promise young MISS long time ago, befo' befo' she done left us?" "Yes, Ephum." He saw the faithful old negro but dimly. Faintly he heard the pleading voice. "Marse Comyn, won' you give Ephum a pass down, river, ter fotch Cap'n Lige?" "Ephum," said the Colonel, sadly, "I had a letter from the Captain yesterday. He is at Cairo.
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