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Barzilla Wingate, he says the same about his crowd. He's comin' on the mornin' train from Wellmouth." "You don't tell me. I ain't seen Barzilla for a long spell. Where you stoppin'? Come up to the house, won't you?" "Can't. I'm goin' to put up over to Obed Gott's. His sister, Polena Ginn, is a relation of mine by marriage. So long! Obed's gone on ahead to tell Polena to put the kettle on.
"How many have you got, Obed?" asked Max, following the other out of the cabin. "One pair nearly grown, and another just two months old. I've been mighty lucky in not losing a single pup so far," came the reply over Obed's shoulder; and he might be pardoned for putting just a mite of pride in his tones, for he had accomplished something worth while for a new beginner at the business.
The shouts of the men engaged, both friends and foes, were now heard, and I could hear Obed's voice on board the largest schooner, which lay full in view from my window, giving orders, not only to his own crew, but to those of the others.
His uneasiness increased with the darkness, but he was finally reassured by a whistle from the head of the valley. Then he saw Obed's tall figure striding down the slope in the dusk, and he went forward to meet him. "I suppose you've spent the afternoon sleeping," said Obed. "I might have done so, but we had a visitor." "A visitor? What kind of a visitor?" "A jaguar.
As the boys were no simpletons, they readily grasped the essential qualities of Obed's little scheme. It may have been original with him; and then again possibly he had borrowed the same from some book he had read; but, nevertheless, it struck them as pretty clever.
And they were spoken as a soliloquy. "By time!" muttered Kenelm, as he shuffled slowly past the Captain's door. "By time! I I'll do somethin' desperate!" Next morning, when Captain Obed's hired motor car, with its owner, a Wellmouth Centre man, acting as chauffeur, rolled into the yard of the High Cliff House, a party of three came out to meet it.
"I believe I'll go over to Obed's and turn in," he said. "I'm sleepy as a minister's horse tonight. You don't mind, do you, Obed?" "No-o," replied Mr. Gott, slowly. "No, I don't, 'special. I kind of thought I'd run into the club a few minutes and see some of the other fellers. But it ain't important not very." The "club" was one of the rooms over Mr. Higgins's store and post office.
You've taken a big load off my mind, Mr. Sawyer." As Quincy was mounting Obed's Hill slowly, for it was very steep, he thought to himself "Getting Uncle Ike to do something practical towards helping others was much better than talking theoretical religion to him." When he reached the Hawkins House, Andrew was getting ready to drive to Cottonton to meet the three o'clock express from Boston.
The hills continued to close on us as we advanced, and that so precipitously, that we might have been crushed to pieces had half a dozen active fellows, without any risk to themselves, for the trees would have screened them, simply loosened some of the fragments of rock that impended over us, so threateningly, it seemed, as if a little finger could have sent them bounding and thundering down the mountain side; but this either was not the game of the people we were in search of, or Obed's spirit and energy had been crushed out of him by the heart depressing belief that his hours were numbered, for no active obstruction was offered.
We lifted them out, and making a chair of our hands and wrists, carried them up to Vellingey; leaving the others in the boat, now for an hour well above reach of the tide. And here I must tell of something that happened on the way: the first sign of Obed's madness, as I may call it. All of a sudden he stopped and panted, from the weight of our load, I supposed.
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