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Updated: June 10, 2025
"I been waiting for you." "Waiting for me, Mister?" gasped Purt. "Weally that cawn't be, doncher know! I never came this way before." "No, ye smart Ike! But yer dog has," growled the man, giving Prettyman a shake that seemed to start every tooth in his head. "Oh, dear me!" cried Purt. "I never saw you before, sir." "But I've seen yer dog drat the beast!
Purt Sweet looked up with a cry of amazement and received the delighted dog full in his chest. They rolled together in the cockpit of the boat, the dog eagerly lapping Purt's face, while the boy tried to beat him off with his fists. "The Barnacle!" yelled Chet again, and that name stuck. So did the dog. He refused to leave.
"Let's take the dog with us to be a comrade for Liz." Indeed, Lizzie Bean petted the mongrel, which hung around the camp until the picnickers started up the river again. There was another disturbance when Purt tried to slip aboard the Duchess without the dog. The Barnacle whined, and howled, and jumped aboard, and was finally driven ashore with an oar.
At first the canoe tipped and threatened to turn over; Purt slipped along to the stern, and there got a grip on both sides, and so trailed on behind, getting his breath. "He's all right," said Reddy, chuckling. "Let him cool off a little, Art." The girls aboard the Bonnie Lass were somewhat worried over Purt Sweet's predicament. "He'll be drowned!" Lily Pendeton declared, first of all.
As he expects to live in the sylvan forest, as did the 'merrie, merrie men' of Robin Hood, Purt is dolled up accordingly." "Gee!" breathed Bobby. "Do you suppose Robin Hood ever looked like that?" "That's Lincoln green," announced Lance, trying to keep his face straight. "You notice that the pants are short knickerbockers, in fact.
When she and the three boys rejoined their companions down stream, they had enough to tell about the adventure without declaring the identity of the young man with the gun. It was exciting enough to have had Short and Long almost "chawed up" by a savage dog, as Lance expressed it. "And this useless piece of goods," he added taking Purt by the collar, "made a foozle right off the reel!
It was foolish in me, I reckon, but when I see her drivin' up the lane it was purt' nigh dark then, but I could see her through the open winder from where I was settin' at the supper-table, and so I jest quietly excused myself, p'lite-like, as a feller will, you know, when they's comp'ny round, and I slipped off and met her jest as she was about to git out to open the barn gate.
"Well, the only thing we were sure of about the car that ran that man down the Alaskan miner, you know was that the rear wheels had no chains on them, and that it was a Perriton car like Purt's." "Yes, it was a Perriton," said his sister. "So we fellows hiked up there to Sweets'. Purt was out with the car. He came home in about an hour, and he was still skidding over the ice.
"That's all right; don't make fun of the poor fellow," Lance said, with exaggerated sympathy. "Even if anybody had cigarettes to lend him, he couldn't smoke any with anothah fellah's monogram on 'em, don'tcher know, old top?" But it came out that there was something else on Purt Sweet's mind. He had a very expensive rod, reel, and book of flies.
Purt came to the surface more slowly, but when he got there he emitted a shriek like a steam whistle. The Duchess had gone ahead of him. Arthur Hobbs was poised to leap overboard; but there swept close to the dude one of the trailing canoes, and just by raising an arm Purt reached it. He clung to the gunwale and was dragged on behind the Duchess.
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