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He, the head of the house, a man of force and success, had treated Yan with respect. Yan was enough like his own father to glory in the unwonted taste; and like that other rugged stranger long ago in Glenyan, Raften had also given him sympathy. Instead of considering his Woodcraft pursuits mere trifling, the farmer had furthered them, and even joined to follow for a time.
"Hold on," he said, with an air of authority that he certainly never before had used to Raften, "there's the lobby and cloak-room to come off." He subtracted their bulk and found the plan all right the Government minimum of air. Boyle's eye had now just a little gleam of triumphant malice. Raften seemed actually disappointed not to have found some roguery. "Well, they're a shcaly lot, anyhow.
"I'll tell you, Mr. Raften," chirped in Guy, as he stole from his safe shelter. "Oh, ye're here, are ye, Guy? Go and git a rope at camp quick now," as the tramp began to move. As soon as the rope came Raften tied the fellow's arms safely. "'Pears to me Oi've sane that hand befoore," remarked Raften, as the three fingers caught his eye. Yan was now sitting up, gazing about in a dazed way.
He saw it no more, and the next morning he began to interest himself in his new world. William Raften had a number of farms all in fine order and clear of mortgages; and each year he added to his estates. He was sober, shrewd, even cunning, hated by most of his neighbours because he was too clever for them and kept on getting richer.
I wish now I had just come out square and said, 'I'm Sam Raften; will you tell me somethin' I want to know, or won't you? I didn't know you hed anything agin me or me friend that's camping with me." There is a strong bond of sympathy between all Woodcrafters. The mere fact that a man wants to go his way is a claim on a Woodcrafter's notice.
Maybe Caleb Clark knows," he added, with a significant twinkle of his eye. "Better ask him." Then he turned to give orders to the hired men, who, of course, ate at the family table. "Da, do you care if we go to Caleb?" "I don't care fwhat ye do wid him," was the reply. Raften was no idle talker and Sam knew that, so as soon as "the law was off" he and Yan got out the old wagon cover.
He went into the woods looking this way and that, and presently stopped at a lot of low shrubs. "Do ye know what this is, Yan?" "No, sir." "Le's see if yer man enough to break it aff." Yan tried. The wood was brittle enough, but the bark, thin, smooth and pliant, was as tough as leather, and even a narrow strip defied his strength. "That's Litherwood," said Raften.
"Thar, didn't I tell ye," thundered Raften; "didn't I say that that dhirty swindler of an architect was playing us into the conthractor's hands thought we wuz simple a put-up job, the hull durn thing. Luk at it! They're nothing but a gang of thieves." Yan glanced at the plan that was being flourished in the air.
Sam was such a good fellow, he was very fond of him, and he wanted to make up; but no with Sam holding threats of banishment over him, he could not ask for forgiveness. No, he would do nothing but wait and see. He met Mr. Raften again and again that evening and nothing was said. He slept little that night and was up early. He met Mr. Raften alone rather tried to meet him alone.
First, there were foot-races, in which Yan won in spite of his wounded arm, the city boy making a good second; then target-shooting and "Deer-hunting," that Yan could not take part in. It was not in the programme, but Raften insisted on seeing Yan measure the height of a knot in a tree without going to it, and grinned with delight when he found it was accurate.
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