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The words he had said without thinking seemed to say themselves over again to him as if some one else had addressed them to him. "Out o' here," why shouldn't he get out of here? And Tim looked round him curiously. There was a small window and it was high up. There was no furniture but the bench on which he was sitting.
Dickey printed in red the same notice that the boys had seen in his home, offering a reward for the apprehension of Tim Dooley; and although his partners declared that it was not at all appropriate for the curtain of a dramatic stage, he insisted that it should remain there, citing as an argument the fact that he had contributed more than the others to the general fund.
"It's just as likely as not," said Bob, "one of these days; though there's plenty of time for that, my dear. But however and whenever we part from one another, I am sure we shall none of us forget poor Tiny Tim shall we or this first parting that there was among us?" "Never, father!" cried they all.
They did not know how far they were from the edge of Lonesome Woods. They did not even know where they were. The flight slowed down to a cautious advance. So slow did they go that Don's tender foot scarcely impeded them. Tim would go out in front and come back, and then go off to the sides. He ranged about tirelessly. And always his whistle, low, soft, kept guiding.
"Lord! who is it?" gasped Tim Murphy, shrinking back a step or two. The stranger's eyes swept the room with one swift glance. In an instant he comprehended much. "Comrades!" he cried in a voice of terrible intensity, "what does this mean?" Receiving no answer to his passionate appeal, he turned to Perdue, who was watching the proceedings with the keenest interest.
It seem'd, as it slowly dropp'd away, like the minute which precedes the climax of an exquisitely-performed tragedy, when some mighty master of the histrionic art is treading the stage, and you and the multitude around you are waiting, with stretch'd nerves and suspended breath, in expectation of the terrible catastrophe. "Tim is asleep, sir," at length said one of the boys who sat near him.
Then as against my misery, she stood out so bold and good, so wholly fair, that I cursed Tim for taking her from me. I wanted to see him in the full heat of my anger to tell him to his face how he had served me; to stand before him an accuser till he slunk from me and left me alone, as I would be alone from now to the end.
The long, slim body of the child, every line of her figure, from her toes to the crown of her flying hair, pointing upwards in a stream of shining aspiration, was irresistible, however. She looked like a lily growing, nay rushing, upwards to the sun. They followed the direction of her outstretched arms and hands. But it was Tim who spoke first.
Bob, don't forget your purliteness," said Tim. "Come, Mumpy; father calls you Mumpy, doesn't he?" "Yes." "Then so will I. Well, Mumpy, as I was goin' to say, you may come an' work with my rod if you like, an' we'll make a game of it. We'll play at work. Let me see where shall we be?" "In the garden of Eden," suggested Bob. "The very thing," said Tim; "I'll be Adam an' you'll be Eve, Mumpy."
If any trouble comes it will be from the other fellows. We'll leave here to-morrow morning." Lourenço translated the promise into Mayoruna. But the chief seemed not to hear. His eyes had narrowed and were fixed on the face of Tim, who still lay on his back and was giving no attention to what went on. Following his look, the bushman gazed critically at the red-haired man.
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