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It was heart-breaking work, and the tension was not lessened with the appearance on the scene of Mr. Fulton, Tod's father. He said nothing, but his hopeless silence was more depressing than any words of grief could have been. Jerry and Dave and Frank, feeling in some queer way guilty of their friend's death, could not meet his eyes as he asked dully how it had happened.
Some of these fine drawings have been engraved for Colonel Tod's Travels in Western India. Lond., 4to, 1839. The following extract from a letter by Wilkie shows how willingly he had responded to Scott's request: 7 TERRACE, KENSINGTON, LONDON, Jan. 1829.
Doctor John asked, settling down beside the crib upon a stool that the wife had brushed off with her apron. "'Bout sundown, sir," she answered, her tear-soaked eyes fixed on little Tod's face. Her teeth chattered as she spoke and her arms were tight pressed against her sides, her fingers opening and shutting in her agony.
For the first time Jerry had a chance to observe the two who had come with Tod's father. Heavy-set, rather stolid chaps they were, just beginning to show a paunch, and gray about the temples. They looked good-natured enough but gave the impression of being set in their ways, a judgment Jerry had no occasion to change later.
His laugh, slightly subdued, came up the well of the staircase 'Maybe it's anither false alarm! 'They looked over the rail, mute but trying to smile, and saw the last of him a hurrying sturdy, boyish figure, kilt swinging and hand aloft in final farewell. His route took him through the street of Miss Tod's shop.
An outrider of the Marquis arrived at Tod's Hole shortly after, with a message, intimating that his master would join Ravenswood at that place on the following morning; and the Master, who would otherwise have proceeded to his old retreat at Wolf's Crag, remained there accordingly to give meeting to his noble kinsman. Hamlet: Has this fellow no feeling of his business? he sings at grave making.
In the doorway, where his curly head nearly touched the wood, Tod's face was puzzled, rueful. He did not answer. "Any one could have said he wasn't here. We could have smuggled him away. Now the brutes have got him! I don't know that, though " And he made suddenly for the door. Tod did not budge. "No," he said. Derek turned; his mother was at the other door; at the window, the two girls.
With something like that in mind he started back toward the shady place where he had left Budge snoozing. But as the walk started his blood circulating again, and his brain became active once more, he had a new idea. "Old Tod's a sly fox," he said to himself. "He's not going to be among the missing when the fun is on. He's going to take them down to his bass lake, and then he's going to slip away.
They fairly flew across the hundred yards or so to the cabin, crowding in till the main room was filled. "What is it, Tod?" cried Phil, as his cousin flung open the door to the tiny lean-to bedroom. Tod's face was pasty white and his eyes bulged out. "They've got dad! I'm afraid he's killed!" "No!" exclaimed Jerry, pushing past. But the first look made him believe the worst.
Burton; "for a few friends will be in to see me this afternoon, and I am going to have a nice little lunch for them, and you shall lunch with us, if you will be very good until then, and keep yourselves clean and neat." "Aw wight," said Toddie. "Izhn't it most time now?" "Tod's all stomach," said Budge, with some contempt. "Say, Aunt Alice, I hope you won't forget to have some fruit-cake.
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