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Johnson broke the stillness. "We'd better move along down," he said, and shook Pat's reins. The horses began the long descent. As compared with the upward climb they made slow progress. Forced to feel their way, they moved always in halts and starts, over saplings, around bulging rocks, along narrow ledges, and at length gained the mesa, where the men drew rein.
Cooking had risen in Pat's estimation. "She asked me, 'Will you please not be nickin' or crackin' the dishes, Pat? And says I, 'I'll be careful, Mrs. Brady. But I wonder what makes 'em have these thin sort of dishes. I never seen none like 'em nowhere else." Dinner was over and Pat was alone in the kitchen.
The elder of the two was a sturdy, plain-featured lad, uninteresting except to the parental eye; the younger a beauty, a bewitching, plump, curly-headed cherub of four years, with widely-opened grey eyes and a Cupid's bow of a mouth. Margot let Jim pass by with a nod, but her hand stretched out involuntarily to stroke Pat's cheek, and ruffle his curly pow.
Pat's face expressed surprise. Did his mother want him to drive cows in addition to his other work? "Now all these cows. Pat," continued his mother impressively, "belongs wan cow at a house. I don't know but wan house where they kapes more, and their own b'ys does the drivin', and that wouldn't do us no good.
"Win all, take all," he added. Jim lowered his eyes again. He was not more than a boy, this outlaw, and he had formed a strong attachment for the black horse. And because he had come to understand Pat and to appreciate him, he hated to think of the horse's serving under this bloodless man opposite. Pat's life under this man would be a life of misery. It was so with all of Johnson's horses.
Dear little Anne! What a jolly playmate she was, brave, good-tempered, affectionate! and what a generous little soul! How she always insisted on dividing her fruit and candies with him when he devoured his share first. An hour passed. Mr. Patterson came up-stairs, went from his room into Pat's, and then walked down the hall. "Pat!" he called. "Patrick!"
She thought that everyone seemed uncommonly quiet and solemn, and was casting about in her mind for a pleasant means of opening the conversation, when a sound broke on her ears which recalled one of Pat's prophecies with unpleasant distinctness.
Pat's strength had been a drug in his own country; here it readily worked an opening to prosperity. And presently forgetting his sturdy Canadian notions of independence, the carpenter was bowing cap in hand before the gentlemen, begging them to accept the hospitality of his house while they stayed in Quebec.
One of the Britons, thinking he would have a good joke at Pat's expense, asked him if he knew anything about astrology. "Be jabers, no," said Pat. "Then that's the best part of your life just lost," answered the Englishman. The second Englishman then asked Pat if he knew anything about theology. "Be jabers, no," answered Pat.
Guess it would come in handy, eh!" "Be jabers, an' it would that," replied the Irishman, with much heartiness; "I only wish I had it across me back now, and I was aboard that schooner ag'in; an' faix, I'd die happy!" Pat's fire was soon lighted again; but the fall of snow from above, without any previous warning, might have caused serious injury to some of us if it had come down in the night.
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