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He would have given up all his chances of rounding the Horn yes, he would even have sacrificed his share in the rather mythical treasure of Captain Obed if he could only have found some place that was not heaving, pitching and tossing. But the ship rolled on, and the motion seemed to increase rather than diminish. It was a week before Bob was entirely well.
He was breathing hard, but seemed to be recovering from his panic; at least his cries had utterly ceased, which was one good thing. So Max flashed the light into his face, while Obed leaned forward and eagerly stared hard at him. They saw rough lineaments, seamed and hardened by exposure to the elements; but of course the face was that of an utter stranger to Max.
"There's no other force in this part of the world big enough to make such a wide an' lastin' trail. An' I think it's our business to follow these tracks. What do you say, Obed?" "It's just the one thing in the world that we're here to do," said the Maine man. "Broad is the path and straight is the way that leads before us, and we follow on." "Do we follow them down into Mexico?" said Ned.
"A horseman is coming," said Ned who was in advance. The boy had shaded his eyes from the sun, and his uncommonly keen sight had detected the black moving speck before any of the others could see it. "It's sure to be a Texan," said Obed. "You won't find any Mexican riding alone on these plains just now."
He had heard that whistle once before in exciting moments, and by a nervous action as it were, he pulled hard upon the reins of his horse. In this emergency it was the boy whose action was the wisest. "Come back, Obed, you and Panther!" he shouted. "He may have led us into an ambush!"
"Where is your conjuror?" demanded the chief, turning suddenly to the trapper, as if he meant to make him responsible for the re-appearance of Obed. "Can I tell my brother the number of the stars? The ways of a great medicine are not like the ways of other men."
But Obed Gott was a regular attendant at the "club," and to-night he had a particular reason for wishing to be there. His cousin noticed his hesitation and made haste to relieve his mind. "That's all right, Obed," he said, "go to the club, by all means. I ain't such a stranger at your house that I can't find my way to bed without help. Good-night, Sim. Good-night, Issy.
The three chosen men disappeared in the darkness, and Ned sat down among the trees with Obed. They, like everybody else, waited as patiently as they could for the reports of the scouts. "Obed," said Ned, "do you think we're going to have a battle?" "The signs point that way."
The Story of a Postponed Thanksgiving By Kate Upson Clark. Older boys and girls who are familiar with "The Courtship of Miles Standish" will enjoy the colonial flavour of this tale of 1705. "Obed!" called Mistress Achsah Ely from her front porch, "step thee over to Squire Belding's, quick! Here's a teacup! Ask Mistress Belding for the loan of some molasses.
And Steve was not alone in his circus stunt, for several other fellows were making a hasty and undignified exit at the same time, Bandy-legs and Toby Jucklin, for instance. Max somehow managed to get on his feet without so much scrambling; and as for Obed, as he had been sleeping on the cot closer to the fire, they could already see him hastily pulling on some clothes.
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