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Snap escaped by less than a foot; and then both boys stood upright on the top of the shed wondering what they had best do next. "We are in a pickle, Snap." "It certainly looks like it, Shep." "How long do you suppose that ram is going to keep us here?" "I don't know -maybe you'd better ask him." "I wouldn't feel quite so bad if I had on my, regular clothing and my shoes.
"We'll fix up some sort of shelter among the trees," he said. "And we can build a fire against that rock. Let us get to work at once, before it grows colder and the snow gets worse." The brief respite had rested them, and while Whopper and Giant cut some wood and built a fire, Snap and Shep broke down some spruce branches and piled them up around the clump of trees.
For the rest, M'Adam would never have won over the sheep-infested marches alone with his convoy had it not been for the help of old Saunderson and Shep, who caught him on the way and aided him. It was in a very wrathful mood that on his way home he turned into the Dalesman's Daughter in Silverdale.
"My uncle was up there once and the hobgoblins took his things away from him." "What did they take?" asked Whopper. "Took his coat, which he had hung on a tree while he was fishing, and took his basket of fish, too. Say, he was scared when he saw that thing, I can tell you. He wouldn't go there again!" "Did he see the ghost?" asked Shep.
Sigmund dropped his head, and petted the shepherd dog between his knees. He had brought Shep in with him from the outside, and thought a great deal of the animal.
"We have worked hard to fit up this spot, as you can see. But your meanness is nothing but what I should expect from one who would act as you did about that Spur Road tract of lumber." "Shut up, you imp!" snarled Andrew Felps, growing red in the face. I have my rights, as you'll soon learn. Pack up your duds and get out at once!" "Well, you are a gentleman!" cried Shep, also growing angry.
They kept out of sight of the ram as much as possible and he did not see them until they were almost at the water's edge. Before he could come up they dove into the stream and swam out several yards. "Say, that's what I call a narrow shave!" cried Shep, when he and his chum realized that the danger was over. "I want nothing more to do with that ram."
"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.
In the craft sat a man of middle age, with thick hair and a heavy beard. "Who can it be?" questioned Whopper. "Perhaps it is one of the Felps crowd -to warn us away," spoke up Giant. "If it is, I'm rather for giving him a piece of our mind." "It is Jed Sanborn!" cried Shep. "He must be out to do a little hunting or fishing on his own account."
Old Shep was on it, but Betsy coaxed him off by putting down some bones Cousin Ann had been saving for him. When he finished those and came back for the rest of his snooze, he found his place occupied by the little girls, sitting cross-legged, examining the contents of the trunk, all spread out around them.
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