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Updated: June 17, 2025
"Besides being one of the best watch makers the State of Maine ever produced," he said, "I'm pretty good at sleight-of-hand. I could catch loaded pistols all day, Urrea, if you were to pitch them at me." Urrea did not deign a reply and Obed and the Ring Tailed Panther looked at Ned, who told them all he had seen. Urrea did not deny a thing or say a word throughout the narrative.
Once more Captain Obed looked around to see if by chance any one had stolen into the room. He made Bob rather nervous. "Captain Kidd," he answered in a lower whisper than he had yet used. "Captain Kidd drawed that map. It gives the real secret of his buried treasure. I'm the only one that knows where it is. There's lots of maps of Captain Kidd's treasure, but I've got the only real one.
Obed, we'll push for the north with every ounce of strength we have." "That's just what we'll do. Courage defeats a multitude of sins." They traveled now for nearly a week in a direction north slightly by west, suffering at times from heat, and once from a tropical rain storm that deluged them.
She's too plaguy fine, that's the trouble with her. She's so afraid her boarders'll starve that she forgets all about makin' money. She's the best woman there is in the world, but she needs a mean partner. Then the two of them might average up all right, I guess." Captain Obed rubbed his chin. "Think she needs a business manager, eh?" he observed. Imogene nodded emphatically.
Ned was trembling from excitement and exertion, but his anger was beginning to rise. There must always come a time when the hunted beast will turn and rend if it can. Ned had been the hunted, now he wanted to become the hunter. Obed and he had beaten off the first attack. There were plenty more bullets where the other two had come from, and he was eager to use them.
Thankful's orderly, neat soul rebelled against having a pig under the house, but, as she expressed it, "'twas either that or havin' the critter two foot under water." Captain Obed, like every citizen of East Wellmouth, was disgusted with the weather. "I was cal'latin' to put in my spare time down to the shanty buildin' a new dory," he said, "but I guess now I'll build an ark instead.
Neither Obed nor I had been idle while watching the scene. We both loaded our rifles, and now stood ready once more to fire. By moving a little on one side, we saw that we could get a good shot at her without hitting Short. Not a moment was to be lost. Running on I fired, Obed followed my example. The bear's struggles grew less violent, and Sam began to try and haul himself up by her leg.
I did say I would think it over; but I well, I'm not sure that I shall accept." Here was the unexpected. His hearers looked at each other in amazement. "You won't accept!" cried Thankful. "Why, Mr. Kendrick." "Won't accept!" shouted Captain Obed. "What on earth! Why, John Kendrick, what's the matter with you?
We'd have no way of knowing it and then we'd have to sit here forever all the same." Obed laughed, despite the grimness of their situation. "That is a problem," he said, "but if you can't work a problem it will work itself if you only give it enough time." The morning was without result, but in the afternoon they saw figures stirring in the wood and concluded that some movement was at hand.
"He looks like an American horse," said Obed, with satisfaction, "and maybe he is one, stolen from the Texans. He'll carry one of us over many miles of sand and cactus, and he'll be none the worse for it. But he needs a friend. Horse was not made to live alone. It's my sympathy for him as much as the desire for another mount that drives me to the theft we contemplate."
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