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He had gone up in the morning to London, and the suddenness of his return was part of his prerogative. Stumper, Jinks, and other folk were announced days and days beforehand, but Uncle Felix just came. "We'll go to the End of the World," he decided gravely, the moment he had changed. "There's something going on there. Quick!" This meant, as all knew, that he had an idea.
Yet, fully aware that it was exploring a new country, it sometimes raised its head in a hesitating way and looked questioningly about it and even into the great faces so close against its eyes. "A caterpillar! A common Woolly Bear!" observed Tim, yet with a touch of awe. "It tickles," observed Stumper. "I'll get a leaf," Judy whispered. "It doesn't understand your smell, probly."
Yet they were now so tangled or "snarled erp," as the mate said, that it was no easy matter to lance them without great danger of cutting the line. However, we hauled up as close to them as we dared, and the harpooner got a good blow in, which gave the biggest of the three "Jesse," as he said, though why "Jesse" was a stumper.
For he remembered Come-Back Stumper saying the same thing once to Daddy at the end of a frightful argument about missionaries and idols, and Daddy had been unable to find any reply at all. Yet Uncle Felix did not stir a finger even. Accordingly, he made one more effort. He recited in a loud voice the song that Stumper had made up about it.
She kept everybody waiting. They could not leave her. She contrived to make herself the centre of the party. Stumper and Uncle Felix brought up the rear, talking together "about things," and whirling their sticks in the air as though it helped them forward somehow.
Hold on to that, too like thunder!" Strangeways held the young man's arm with hands that clutched. He dragged at him. His nightmare held him yet; Tembarom saw it, but flashes of light were blinding him. "Who" he pleaded in a shaking and hollow whisper "are you?" Here was a stumper! By jings! By jings! And not a minute to think it out. But the answer came all right all right! "My name's Tembarom.
"I mean," he added, "it can't be a beetle or a grub that we're looking for." Yet there was doubt and wonder in his voice. Stumper, a "man like that," and a soldier, a hunter too, who had done scouting in an Indian jungle, and met tigers face to face a chap like that could hardly disappear on all fours into a clump of bramble bushes without an excellent reason!
Tim's coin, however, having been squeezed for several minutes before the bag came round, stuck to his moist finger, and Stumper, thinking he had nothing to put in, drove the long handle past him towards Maria. That same instant the coin came un-stuck, and dropped with a rattle into the aisle. Come- Back Stumper stooped to recover it.
He turned to Stumper with a chuckle. "You said you had a flash," he reminded him. "What's become of it? You can't have lost it with that pigeon's feather in your hand!" "It's waggling," announced Tim, holding up his own, while the others followed suit. The little feathers all bent one way towards the bramble clump. Their tiny, singing music was just audible in the pause.
And then he added, as if he were giving evidence in a Court of Justice and before a County Magistrate, "There's no good looking for anything where it ain't, now is there?" "Precisely," agreed Colonel Stumper, remembering happily that his pockets were full of snail-shells. He knew his sign. Thompson, Mrs. Horton, Weeden, and the Policeman glanced at him gratefully.
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