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He began a sort of dancing step. "And when we find it " he went on. "We'll change the world," shouted Stumper, as though he uttered a final word of command. "It's a he, remember," interrupted Tim. "Come along!" And then the Tramp, who had been standing quietly by, smiling to himself but saying nothing, came nearer, opened his great arms and drew the four of them together.
"No?" agreed Judy sympathetically, as though she knew. "But you want to find it awfully," Tim stated as a fact. "Awfully," admitted Stumper with a kind of fierceness. "Only you can't remember what it looks like quite?" put in Uncle Felix. Stumper hesitated a moment. "Too wonderful to remember properly," he said more quietly; something like that.
The door banged softly, cutting off the sentence in its middle, and Mother resumed her knitting, smiling quietly to herself. And in the hall outside Come- Back Stumper was discovered, warming his Army back before the open fire of blazing logs. He looked like a cart-horse, the shadows made him spread so. Maria pushed him to one side. She pushed, at least, but he did not move exactly.
"It is, sir," replied Stumper, as proud as though a Field-Marshal had addressed him, "and the first." He looked more closely at the Tramp; he rubbed his eyes, and then produced the scrap of cambric and rubbed them again more carefully than before. Perhaps he, too, had been hoping for a leader! Something very proud and happy stole upon his perspiring face of ochre. He moved a step nearer.
She turned and picked the biggest she could find, and the caterpillar, after careful observation, moved forward on to it, turning to inform its following tail that all was safe. Gently and cleverly they restored it to the bush whence Stumper had removed it. It went to join the snail-shell and the beetle.
For Come-Back Stumper, crying that he saw a purple beetle pass across the world, proceeded to curl up as though he crawled into a spiral snail-shell and meant to go to sleep in it; Tim shouted in the darkness that he was riding a huge badger down a hole that led to the centre of the earth; and Uncle Felix begged every one to look and see what he saw, darkness or no darkness "the splash of misty blue upon the body of a dragon-fly!"
Uncle Felix glanced at Stumper; Stumper glanced down at the end of his "wooden" leg; the Tramp still said nothing, smiling in his beard, now combed out much smoother than before. "It comes to this," said Weeden, "my way of thinkin' at least." He scratched wisdom from another corner of his head.
"I thought it had got down a hole," he said, "but you found it wonderfully." "It simply flew!" cried Judy. "Clever old thing!" she added with admiration. "I've found harder things than that," said Stumper. "It hid itself well, though bang in the open like a lost collar-stud. Thought I'd never look there!"
"Machinery," growled Stumper, a fury rising in his throat. "Clicking," agreed Tim. He looked uneasy. "I only hear a bird," Judy whispered. "But it comes and goes rather." And then the Tramp, still lying beside his little fire of burning sticks, put in a word. "It's we who are going," he said in his singing voice. "We're moving on again."
Judy, however, knew. She suddenly understood what the Tramp meant by "deep." She also knew now why Stumper, WEEDEN, Uncle Felix too, looked at him so strangely, with wonder, with respect, with love. Something about the Tramp explained each one to himself. Each one found himself. And she without realising it before, had acquired this power too, though only in a small degree as yet.
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