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When you realize this, you will be able to form some idea of how I felt. And yet I 'was not altogether without hope. I felt that life and love of liberty were strong in me, and I determined that, though I might be conquered, it should not be without a struggle. Arriving at the house, I saw Simon Slowden.
"You are thinking about some terrible piece you've acted in, and your imagination is carrying away your judgment." "I hope as 'ow 'tis, sur; but I don't think so. If you chop me up, sur, you'll not find sixpenno'th of imagination in my carcase, but I calcalate I'm purty 'eavy wi' judgment. Never mind, sur; Simon Slowden is in the 'ouse, if you should want help, sur."
It would be no use to go to Miss Forrest's house in Kensington and tell her that Simon Slowden had, while in a mesmeric sleep, seen Kaffar in Italy. No, no; that would never do. I must produce him, nothing else would suffice. We were early at the professor's the following morning, and found him waiting and almost as anxious as we were.
The True Treds had members in the seventh and eighth grammar grades, and the girls' ages ranged from thirteen to fifteen years. Margaret Slowden was fifteen, Cleo Harris fourteen and Grace Philow and Madaline Mower were thirteen.
Again there was deathly silence in the room, and all eyes were turned towards Voltaire, who had walked close to Simon Slowden. "The man is not very susceptible," said Voltaire, "consequently I cannot do so much with him as I should had he been more highly organized; but I can at least convince sceptics. You will see," he went on, "that I have not touched him, and yet he is no longer conscious.
So it was arranged that Margaret Slowden should be admitted to the inner circle, and after school that afternoon the marvelous story was told. Margaret finally gasped. She swallowed something like a tiny bug with the intake. The girls were all squatted in the little tepee made from the school-house shutters, and Margaret always chewed clovers and sweet grass.
"Oh, I can assure you no harm's done. There, you see, he's coming to." I felt something cold at my temples, then a strange shivering sensation passed over me, and I was awake. Voltaire, Kaffar, Tom Temple, and Simon Slowden were in the room. "How do you feel, Mr. Blake?" asked Voltaire, blandly. I lifted my eyes to his, and felt held by a strange power.
"Tessie," she called finally. "Tessie, wait. I can't go back now." That was all Tessie wanted. She waited, and when again they took up tangled threads of their adventure it was scarcely possible either would allow any further interruptions to delay them. And Dagmar clutched in her tightly clasped hand the lost scout badge. It was Margaret Slowden who lost the Badge of Merit.
I remained in the room a few minutes longer, but she was studiously cold and polite to me, so that when I made a pretence of going out to the stables to see a new horse Tom Temple had bought, I did so with a heavy heart. I had no sooner entered the stable-yard than Simon Slowden appeared, and beckoned to me.
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