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The boys looked at one another incredulously and smiled. The idea of a bottomless hole in the Conodoguinet was ridiculous. At that moment an old man with bent back and white hair hobbled down the path from the road above, leaning heavily on his cane, which was his constant companion. "Good afternoon, Daddy Perkiss," exclaimed Mose Hocker. "I'm glad you come along.
I lost my gun out in the Hole a while ago, and this chap here offers to dive arter it. You've lived around these parts nigh onto eighty years. Tell him how fur down he'll have to go to reach that weapon." "Ho! Ho!" cackled Daddy Perkiss, as he tremblingly sat down on a drift log, "the lad wants to dive in Rudy's Hole, does he? Well, let him try, let him try."
"What would be the use?" he replied. "Nobody doubts it. Why, Rudy's Hole is known an' dreaded for miles around." Evidently regarding this argument as a clincher he turned aside, and began to talk to Daddy Perkiss. About this time Randy was doing a good deal of thinking.
I'm kinder sorry for Daddy Perkiss. It was his chief delight to tell that story to every stranger what come along, an' now he won't dare to open his lips about Rudy's Hole. When I get the terbacker I'll give you fellows a plug apiece." Three or four of the men laughed at this, as though they had their doubts on the subject. "Oh, I'll keep Daddy to his word," resumed Mose.
I shall enjoy it." "Is it possible?" Again she looked doubtful. "Of course it's possible. I enjoy a good row now and then. It keeps me in condition. I'll come down and see you some day, and tell you all about it." He glanced at his watch. "I think we ought to be moving. We will discuss arrangements as we go. I must send a wire to Mrs. Perkiss, and tell her you will go down by the seven-thirty.
There ain't no undercurrent out there as I know of, so he ain't likely to come to harm, and besides I'm mighty anxious to git my gun back." Here Mr. Hocker winked slyly at Daddy Perkiss and the fishermen. The old man failed to appreciate the joke. "It's temptin' Providence," he cried shrilly, pounding his cane on the beach.
Ernestine's first view of the market-place filled her with amazement. The lowing of cattle, the bleating of sheep, and the yelling of men combined to make such a confusion of sound that she felt bewildered, even awestruck. Mrs. Perkiss went straight to the oldest inn in the place and put up the cart. She was there to buy, not to sell.
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