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Doubtless he meant pistoles, coins, not weapons. Not a word about the spot's old associations! The same day he pushed on through the mountains, meeting "numbers of Persons & Pack horses going in with Ginseng; & for Salt & other articles at the Markets below," and near nightfall reached on the Youghiogheny River the tract on which Gilbert Simpson, his agent, lived.
"But, father, what's the good of having birthdays if you don't keep them, and have presents and all that? And do cats and dogs have birthdays? I should like to find out Spot's birthday. We'd give her cream instead of milk, you know, and I'd tie a blue ribbon round her neck, and one round her tail like the queen's sheep in mother's story." "I don't suppose Spot would thank you at all," said Mr.
"And I hope you've no objection to my bringing my wife along, too." Major Monkey was not so sure that he would care to have Mrs. Robin for an onlooker. "Women are likely to be timid," he remarked. "They sometimes scream at the wrong time. And if your wife happened to cry out just as I was about to drop on old Spot's back, he might jump. And that would spoil everything."
And jabbing them deep into Spot's tender nose, she gave a sharp downward pull. All at once old dog Spot thought of the time when, as a puppy, he stuck his nose into a hornet's nest. His joyful bark changed suddenly to a shrill ki-yi of pain. And at the same time he became angry. "You don't know how to have fun," he growled at Miss Kitty Cat.
Into Ten Spot's eyes had come an amused, disdainful gleam; Hollis's quiet, argumentative attitude had disarmed him. This was exactly what Hollis had been waiting for. Ten Spot seemed almost to have forgotten his weapon; it had sagged, the muzzle pointing downward the man's mind had become temporarily diverted from his purpose.
He crawled in. Spot's suit was very useful now, for it held matches. Ted did not intend to use any unless he had to, but the building was strange to him and the occasion for the use of them might arise. He knew that he would have two floors to travel, the one to the basement and the one to the cellar. He got down the one floor without mishap.
Now and then he peeped out to watch the procession of cows moving slowly towards the barn to be milked. And when the last one had entered the lane, hurrying to catch up with the rest and to avoid Spot's nips at her heels Grunty crept out into the open. Then, strange to say, he hurried towards the lane himself. All at once the pasture seemed a great, lonesome place.
But the faces that he looked upon wore mocking grins and sneers. "An' I've been tellin' the boys how you set Yuma on Nellie Hazelton, an' they've come to the conclusion that a guy which will play a low down mean game like that on a woman ain't no fit guy to have no hand in any law makin'." Ten Spot's voice fell coldly and metallically in the silence of the room.
It's fine with any of 'em that's got bird-dog blood, an' you know Spot's part pointer. O' course they don't have t' really see snowbirds an' rabbits, but they just love t' hear about 'em, an' begin t' look ahead right away. An' if they do happen t' see 'em, they pretty nearly jump out o' their harness, they're so crazy for 'em."
"So I am," said Margaret reflectively, "except toward only you. I'm grandmother over again, with what she'd call a rotten spot." "That rotten spot's the real you," protested Lucia. Margaret broke away from her and resumed her walk. "You'll see," said she, her face stern and bitter once more. A maidservant descended the steps.
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