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"I got ter take them bags over ter the big old house what's painted the color er this pung, an' stands between a old barn an' a carriage shed. Know where 'tis?" he asked. "Indeed, I don't," declared Patricia. "Wal, I was goin' ter say that I kin git there by two different roads, an' I'd go the way ye'd like best ter go ef ye knew which that was," he said.
"What fer?" demanded the cattleman. "I hain't done nothin', my dear lady." "Oh, that will do to say," laughed the little girl's mother through her tears, as she got into the pung and pulled one corner of the tick over her head.
The pung was now opposite the stockade. Looking across the river, David Bond got his first view of the high-walled prison with its ever-moving and wary guards. He pulled up his horse. "Alas!" he exclaimed mournfully, "how misguided they are white and red men alike!" The pung slid on until the cut in the river-bank was reached. Again the old man reined.
Uncle Henry had been up some time, and now he came stamping into the house, saying that the ponies were hitched in and were standing in readiness upon the barn floor, attached to the pung. "We've twenty-five miles to ride, you see, Nannie," he said. "The boys have to be at Blackton's so's to get to work at seven." They filled the thermos bottle that had so puzzled Tom, and then sallied forth.
Back in his store, Lounsbury was mixing brown sugar with white, oolong tea with a green variety, and putting thread in the pickle-barrel. Simultaneously, he was torturing himself: Had the section-boss left home with no danger threatening? But the green pung was undoubtedly bound for Bismarck. What was it that had suddenly made him see the necessity of attending to the claim?
And when the pung drove up from the station at the moment Nan had foreseen, she and Raven were sitting before the dining-room fire, apparently deep in talk. Whether Charlotte took her cue from them they did not know, but she was too busy in the back of the house to appear at once, and Mrs. Powell and Dick came in unheralded, turning first to the dining-room. There sat the two, absorbed.
They'll get a pung or something at the station and be driving up to the house presently, and your sister'll give Charlotte the hamper of provisions she brought and tell her there'll be four to dinner. There'll be five, though. She didn't know that. She didn't hear about me. I s'pose you'll ask me to stay." Raven put out his hand and stroked her sleeve.
As we were getting into the pung to go home after the meeting, and Helen and her older sister, Elizabeth, were setting off, Bear-Tone dashed out, bareheaded, with his big face beaming. "Be sure you come again," he said to her, in a tone that was almost imploring. "You can sing! Oh, you can sing! I'll teach you! I'll teach you!"
"I'm stiff in th' jints, an' beside, you've scart me to death, eenamost." "Oh oh!" screamed Joel, in a frightful panic. "Dave get up, Dave!" But David lay like a little log of wood, as still as those on the old pung. "Polly," said Mrs. Pepper, "don't worry any more about the boys not coming home; just keep the potatoes hot in the oven."
This being the case, Laurette said to him benevolently, after her horse was harnessed to the pung, "I'm sorry I can't ask you to drive me home, though you did cut out the logs, Bill. But I reckon it'll be the next best thing fur you if I drive you home. An' Jim Reddin'll come along, maybe, to kind of look after the both of us." To which proposition poor Bill grinned a rather ghastly assent.
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