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You do look such an old Guy Fawkes. I say, who cut your hair?" Nat's hand went involuntarily to his freshly shorn head, and a dull red glow came into his cheeks. "You wait till I get better, and I'll crop it for you neatly. Why, you don't look one thing nor the other now. Cavaliers wouldn't own you, and I should be ashamed to set aside you in our ranks." "Go on," said Nat, grinning viciously.
I had sprung to my feet in wild rage against Nat's murder; I had spoken words fierce, unpremeditated words which, beginning in a boyish defiance, had ended on a note which, though my own lips uttered it, I heard as from a trumpet sounding close and yet calling afar. In a minute or so it had happened, and behold!
He was suffering mostly from exposure, hunger and loss-of blood from his wound. The three boys were in the sitting room of the ranch house, taking turns telling Mr. Kent of their experiences on their trip west. Before they knew it the clock had struck twelve. "Now you must get off to bed," said Nat's uncle. "We'll have more time for swapping yarns to-morrow."
It seemed to her that she could no longer bear this formal travesty of their old relations, and she answered in haste, "No, I guess not." "Then you don't want I should set with your mother?" "No!" And again Caleb turned away, and plodded soberly off to young Nat's. "I guess I must be crazy," groaned poor Amanda, as she changed her washing-dress for her brown cashmere.
The harangue was brought to an abrupt end. The enraged Edgar had sprung forward and, with a blow in the face, struck Nat Howard down. Nat's friends were lifting him up and wiping the blood from his face and dusting his clothing, while Edgar's own friends gathered around him as if to restrain him from repeating the attack.
It was only a bit of fun, to pay you back for putting me on the freight car." "One of you came back and took the things. I couldn't see who it was, for the pillow was still over my head." "I didn't come back I give you my word of honor. Shocker must have done it! Oh, the rascal!" And now Nat's face showed his concern. "Who was that man?" asked the senator's son.
James had, at Nat's request, laid by his paddle. "You paddle wonderfully well, captain. I don't say you don't; but for a delicate piece of work like this, one can't be too careful. It ain't often I can hear your paddle dip in the water, not once in a hundred times, but then, you see, that once might cost us our scalps. We have got to go along as silent as a duck swimming.
There were the days when he was sent home from school in disgrace; when protesting notes, and sometimes even teacher, arrived. "It's not that Nat's a bad boy, Mrs. Haynes," he remembered one teacher saying; "but he's so active, so full of restless animal spirits. How are we ever going to tame him?" Maw didn't know the answer that was sure.
The letter she had been reading before Captain Nat's arrival fell from her waist to the floor and lay there, its badly spelled and blotted lines showing black and fateful against the white paper. And she cried, tears of utter loneliness and despair. The clouds thickened as the afternoon passed.
"We kept hove-to till the morning, when, as the wind moderated, we stood in here, a pilot having boarded us and showed us the way." "Who have you got here?" exclaimed Oliver, as he looked into Nat's little berth. Great was the astonishment of all the party when we described the adventures we had met with.
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