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She'll come just the way she did this afternoon, from back of the hill instead of along the holler." Unc' Billy was quite right. Old Granny Fox felt very sure that some one was playing tricks, so she didn't wait until jolly, round, red Mr. Sun was out of bed. She was at the top of the hill where Prickly Porky lives a full hour before sun-up, and there she sat down to wait.
When Porky and Beany had themselves become great men, when, in their turn, boys looked up to them with admiration and love, they learned to look back with boundless gratitude to the fate that had led them, through the Boy Scouts, into the friendship of Colonel Bright. A faint inkling of this, passed through the minds of the twins as they sat waiting for the Colonel to begin his story.
Then with a gasp he cried loudly, "Torpedo port; torpedo port!" Porky saw a slim, swift something cleaving the water. It made straight for the ship. His reason told him that it would strike; he grasped his brother by the arm. "The Colonel!" he cried and made for the cabins below. Their hurried descent was broken by a terrific crash which threw them headlong.
Old Mother Nature understood instantly. When she had said, "Now there's Pekan the Fisher," Prickly Porky had waited to hear no more. He had instantly thought that she meant that Pekan was right there somewhere. "It's all right, Prickly Porky," said she. Pekan isn't anywhere around here, so climb back on that stump and don't worry.
"I thought of something funny right in the middle of my meal, and I laughed just as I started to swallow, and the piece of bark went down the wrong way," explained Prickly Porky. And then, as if the mere thought of the thing that had made him laugh before was too much for him, he began to laugh again. He laughed and laughed and laughed, until finally Unc' Billy quite lost patience.
Porky felt a sting as the bullet grazed his shoulder. Then Hen's weapon barked just once! The revolver dropped from the Wolf's hand, a strange, blank look spread over his face, and he sank to his knees. Beany, flat on the floor behind him, jumped to his feet.
But his dad and Elinor needed him, too; so he supposed he would have to wait yet. Porky, rolling around on the grass, felt the paper rustle in his pocket. "Here, Asy," he said. "You ought to be in on this. I'm going to let you carry this paper. It is very important indeed." Asa beamed, but as usual said nothing. It was fine to be in on things. It made him feel important.
Porky rubbed a hand across his eyes, as though to shut out a disagreeable sight. Beany shook his head. The boys evidently hated the pictures that memory drew. "Let's have the rest of it, boys," said the Captain of the Firefly. "We may as well have the whole thing at once." "Well!" said Porky 'sighing, "that's how things went until to-day or I guess it was yesterday, wasn't it?
They were gone. Sadly they had faded away around the corner, and drifted over to the cow stables, where they sat miserably down on a bale of hay. "What we goin' to do?" asked Beany miserably. "That's the limit!" agreed Porky. "Here we got it all planned. We got to find that formula, nobody else has the chance we have, and now we've spotted one of our men.
Ah ain't aiming fo' trouble with either of yo'. That li'l bag of scent yo' carry is cert'nly most powerful, Brer Skunk, and Ah isn't hankering to brush against those little spears Brer Porky is so free with. Ah knows when Ah's well off, and Ah reckons most folks feel the same way." Jimmy Skunk chuckled. "One more question, Unc' Billy," said he.
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