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Updated: May 23, 2025
I know! I'll get grandpa's Sunday cane!" and he started for the hall. "Oh, no. I don't want to play bear and hunting!" objected Janet. "Why not?" "'Cause it's too too scary at night. Let's play something nice and quiet. Let Trouble be our watch dog, and we can be in camp and he can bark and scare something." "What'll he scare?" asked Ted.
He's jest got t' give me a chance." Marietta looked sober in sympathy. "Well! P'raps it's best to have it over with, Lime, but someway I feel kind o' scary about it." Lime stood for a long time looking in at the window, watching the light-footed girl as she set the table in the middle of the sun-lighted kitchen floor.
Up to this moment, beyond the pony tracks, not a sign had they seen of hostile Indians, but the buffalo that had appeared in scattered herds along their line of march were shy and scary, and old hands said that that meant they had recently been hunted hard. Moreover, this was not a section favored of the buffalo.
We were facing south and east, and the mountain we were on sheered away in a dangerous slant. Beyond us still greater wooded mountains blocked the way, and in the cañon between night had already fallen. I began to get scary. I could only think of bears and catamounts, so, as it was five o'clock, we decided to camp. The trees were immense.
"Well, if you isn't afraid I isn't goin' to be, either," said Sue, after a moment. And she stopped crying at once, and lay quietly in her mother's cot-bed. And then the storm seemed to go away. It still rained very hard, but the wind did not howl so loudly, and the lightning was not so scary, nor the thunder so rumbly.
I've been goin' to school to myself pretty steady, and I've kept myself in a good deal, too, for not knowin' my lessons, and I've drummed into me a pretty good idea of what I be, and I can tell you I'm not a woman as stays here when Phil Matlack's gone. I'm not a bit scary, but I never stayed in camp yet with all greenhorns but me.
Lucy led him up the wash to another likely place, and tied him securely. When she got back to the camp in the cedars the rider was there, on his knees, kindling the fire. His clean-shaved face and new apparel made him vastly different. He was young, and, had he not been so gaunt, he would have been fine-looking, Lucy thought. "Wildfire remembered me," Lucy burst out. "He wasn't a bit scary.
They had many other little adventures, but none quite so "scary" as the one where Freddie slipped away to ride in the elevator. Finally, Mr. Bobbsey's business was finished, and one evening he said: "To-morrow we go to Washington." "Hurray!" exclaimed Bert. "Then I can see Billy Martin." "And I can see Nell. I like her very much," added Nan. "And I'm going to see the big monument!" cried Freddie.
Soon Reade's watch was a lonely one, for most of his companions were either snoring or breathing heavily. "Whoever got this trick up will have to think of something newer and more 'scary," thought Reade, as he paced the floor. "Well, you fellows might as well wake up," called Dick, after what seemed to Greg like an interval of possibly five minutes.
Well, we swarmed along down the river road, just carrying on like wildcats; and to make it more scary the sky was darking up, and the lightning beginning to wink and flitter, and the wind to shiver amongst the leaves.
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