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Updated: June 2, 2025
It is evident from this letter of F. B. Sanborn to Higginson that even Sanborn had not penetrated the veil of the old Puritan's soul. The one to whom he had revealed his true plan was his faithful son in Kansas. The Territory was not the objective of this mission. It was only a feint to deceive friend and foe. And he succeeded in doing it.
A vote was taken, and all of the boys decided that they would remain at the spot. This being settled upon, they brought their stores ashore and placed them in the shack, so that no further rain could get at them. "We have lost enough through the rain and that bear," said Snap, and then had to tell Jed Sanborn all about the mysterious midnight visitor.
It was then that Snap awoke to the peril which confronted him, and turning, he made a leap to one side and around a clump of the bushes. The buck turned too, and at that moment Jed Sanborn discharged the second barrel of his shotgun, this time taking the game in one of the rear legs. For the moment the buck was halted and he raised the wounded leg and let out a moan of pain.
"That little wildcat will soon be a big one, so there is no use of letting it get away," said Jed Sanborn, and he discharged a shot that immediately finished the last of that wildcat family. The boys gazed at the small wildcats with interest but did not want to pick them up and carry them away. Somehow, the killing of the little creatures appeared to put a damper on the whole day's outing.
James introduced her to his cousin and Sanborn as Miss Harriman. She was, Kirby knew at once, the original of the photograph he had seen in his uncle's rooms. Miss Harriman was a vision of sheathed loveliness. The dark, long-lashed eyes looked out at Kirby with appealing wistfulness. When she moved, the soft lines of her body took on a sinuous grace.
"We have got a rod in pickle for him," replied Grimme, chuckling. "What is it?" "We intend to give him a dose of kerosene oil, to begin with," laughed Sanborn. "One of the stewards left his oil can on the fore scuttle ladder, after the hatch was put on to keep the spray out, and I took possession of it," added Grimme, hardly able to keep his mirth within the limits of prudence.
He tried not to care that the youngest McGuire children stood at their gate and whispered, with fingers plainly pointing toward himself. He did not go near the schoolhouse, and he stayed at the post-office until he felt sure all the scholars must have reached home. Then, just at the corner of his own street, he met Mazie Sanborn and Dorothy Parkman face to face.
"How?" questioned Jed Sanborn, who had never used such a "new-fangled consarn," as he called the bicycle lamp. "I'll show you," answered Shep. "just heap up some of the wood, with the little sticks on the bottom." The wood was heaped up and then, in a hollow in the snow underneath, Shep dumped out some of the carbide from the can.
"Don't say anything," added the messenger, as he led the way to the steerage skylight, under the lee of which Sanborn and Grimme had stowed themselves away, out of the reach of the stream that was flowing along the water-ways, and of the spray which was dashing over the weather bows.
He did not care to say anything about the picture-taking for his father. "Do you expect to come out that way?" "I might." "If you do you must hunt us up," put in Snap. "I'll do thet, sure pop," answered Jed Sanborn. He started off, then turned back. "Oh, I say!" he called. "What is it?" asked Whopper. "It's about thet pesky Ham Spink," went on the old hunter. "Did I tell ye about my spring?" "No.
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