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The man beside her was no helpless creature claiming her aid, but a conqueror upon whom she leaned and in whom she gloried. After he had eaten he drew a saddle back into the rock's shade, spread a blanket and threw himself on it. Almost before he had composed his body in comfort he was asleep, one arm thrown over his head, his sinewy neck outstretched, his chest rising and falling in even breaths.
On him then, surprised in unexpected light, shut in the rock's recesses and howling in strange fashion, Alcides from above hurls missiles and calls all his arms to aid, and presses hard on him with boughs and enormous millstones.
He says to the boys that it was every feller for himself and " "Rock's got a mortgage on your house, hasn't he, Joe?" Blagg flushed beneath his tan. "I reckon that ain't got nothing to do with it if he has," he challenged. "And you understand I ain't even sayin' he has. But he's a business man." "And a hypocrite," supplemented Dickie Lang.
And so for the present we leave him, humming to himself, as one may fancy, a stanza of one of his own lyrics: "The misty mounts, the smoking lake, The rock's resounding echo, The whistling winds, the woods that shake, Shall all with me sing Heigho! The West and the Southern Counties were still the immediate theatre of action for the New Model.
"Ay, ay, sir," answered Betts, ejecting the tobacco juice in the customary way, "there's reason in roasted eggs, they say, and there's reason in firing a few broadsides afore a body gives up. What a different place this here rock's got to be, sir, from what it was when you and I was floating sea-weed and rafting loam to it, to make a melon or a cucumber bed!
Now the flames flung an evanescent flash of radiance across the whirling pool and the dark rock's side, and then sank again to a dim smear of yellow brightness while a haze of vapour whirled amidst the snow, for a high wind swept through the cañon.
Then he took his rifle and skirted the rock's looming bulk, shattering the stillness with reports that let loose a shivering flight of echoes. All night they sat by the fire listening and waiting. As the hours passed their alarm grew and their speculations became gloomier and more sinister. Courant was the only one who had a plausible theory.
So among them all, the tears were dried; and before dinner was over, they were all laughing as joyously as ever. The only excitement left was to watch for the arrival of Rock's papa and mamma, who were to come that evening. In the meantime, while Rock and Florence were reading, Dimple heard Bubbles her Sunday lesson.
The rock's cleared now for a hundred yards on each side of us, our fort's gone, and there is nothing to prevent the redskins from crawling close up the first dark night and making a rush. They are like enough to be sending scouts up the valley occasionally, and it won't be long before they hear that our fort has gone and the ground cleared of snow." Leaping Horse nodded.
He saw the imbedded rock Frane had spoken of. Then he saw the fish basking in the water below the rock's edge. It was almost two feet long, with a big head and goggle eyes, and the "whiskers" Frane had spoken of wriggled back and forth in the slow current. Russ grew excited. "Why!" he whispered to Frane, "I could grab it, if I tried. It is just like what we call bullheads up in Pineville.
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