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The Man-Who-Makes-Faces hastened to him, and halted him by grasping him about his fast-swaying legs. "You can't run away from the Piper," he reminded. "So " Gwendolyn was no longer frightened. In her search for money she had found the gold-mounted leather case. This she now clutched, receiving courage from the stiff upper-lip. But the Policeman was far from sanguine.
And here, at the very moment when she hoped to leave the worst of the trio behind, here was another! to hamper and tattle and thwart. For the rubber plant was Thomas! And now all at once there was the greatest excitement. The Man-Who-Makes-Faces seized Thomas by an ear and dragged him to the ground, all the while upbraiding him loudly.
But it was the first time she had seen her laugh. The Man-Who-Makes-Faces, too. Now, at the same moment, both witnessed an extraordinary thing: As Jane chuckled, she lifted one stout arm so that a black sateen cuff was close to the mouth of the front face. And holding it there, actually laughed in her sleeve! Laughed in her sleeve and a great deal more!
"We must get rid of her," he declared. "You know what I said. She'll make us trouble!" "Here! None of that!" It was Jane once more, the grin replaced by a dark look. "I'll have you know this child is in my charge." Again she tried to seize Gwendolyn. The Man-Who-Makes-Faces stood his ground resolutely and swung the curved knife up to check any advance.
"To find her father and mother," answered the Man-Who-Makes-Faces, stoutly. At that Jane shook her huge pompadour. "Father and mother!" she cried. "Indeed, you won't! Not while I'm a-takin' care of her." And reaching out, caught Gwendolyn by a slender wrist. The Man-Who-Makes-Faces seized the other.
She smiled up at him engagingly, noting how his gray hair hung over the back of his collar. She felt no fear of him whatever. "I think you're nice, Mr. Man-Who-Makes-Faces," she announced presently. "I'm so glad I can look straight at you. I didn't know you, 'cause your voice is different, and 'cause I'd never seen you before 'cept when I was looking down at you." He had been ignoring her.
The Man-Who-Makes-Faces stepped to her side hastily. His look was perturbed. "My! My!" he exclaimed under his breath. "She's worse than I thought! much worse." With a little gasp of relief at having him so near, Gwendolyn slipped her trembling fingers into his. "She's worse than I thought," she managed to whisper back. Neither was given a chance to say more.
"I don't want him to get me!" "Call the Policeman then," retorted the Man-Who-Makes-Faces. And to Gwendolyn, soothingly, "Hush! Hush, child!" Jane danced away sidewise, as if to keep watch as she went. "Help! Help!" she shouted. "Police! Police!! Poli-i-i-ice!!!" Gwendolyn was terribly frightened. But she could not run. One wrist was still in the grasp of the little old gentleman.
Disappointed, and feeling a first touch of weariness, she could not choke back a great sob that shook her convulsively. The Man-Who-Makes-Faces, whiskers buried in his ragged collar, was nodding thoughtfully "By and by," he murmured; " by and by, presently, later on." The Doctor was even more comforting. "There! There!" he said. "Don't cry."
"You haven't paid me yet for your extra face." Jane's reply was an impudent double-laugh. She was examining the different things on the bill-board, and hopping sillily from foot to foot. Gwendolyn tugged gently at a coat-tail. "Can't we run now?" she asked; "and hide?" Boom-er-oom-er-oom! "Sh!" warned the Man-Who-Makes-Faces, not stirring. "What was that!" "I don't know." Both held their breath.
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