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"Powerful, too," he added, with an effort to control one of the kicking legs. "What shall we do?" said Miss Letitia. "My sister had a baby once," said Tunk, approaching it doubtfully but with a studious look. He made a few passes with his hand in front of the baby's face. Then he gave it a little poke in the ribs, tentatively. The effect was like adding insult to injury.
"Well, you shall have a chance to drive her," said Trove, spreading his blanket. "But if I'd gone through what you have, I'd keep out of danger." "I like it," said Tunk, with emphasis. "I couldn't live without it. Danger is a good deal like chawin' terbaccer dum nasty 'til ye git used to it. Fer me it's suthin' like strawberry short-cake and allwus was. An' nerve, man, why jes' look a' there."
Toward night I crawled out o' the window an' clim' down the lightnin' rod. An' she screamed for help an' run t' the neighbours. Scairt me half t' death. Heavens! I didn't know what I'd done!" "Did you come down fast?" Trove inquired. "Purty middlin' fast." "Well, a man never ought to travel on a lightning rod." Tunk sat in sober silence a moment, as if he thought it no proper time for levity.
A week more, and he was in the cutter one morning, behind Phyllis, on his way to Robin's Inn. As he drew up at the old, familiar gate the boys ran out to meet him. Somehow they were not the same boys they were a bit more sober and timid. Tunk came with a "Glad to see ye, mister," and took the mare. The widow stood in the doorway, smiling sadly. "How is Polly?" said Trove.
They all listened, hearing a low, weird cry outside the door. "Soun's t' me like a raccoon," Miss S'mantha whispered thoughtfully. "Or a lamb," said Miss Letitia. "Er a painter," Tunk ventured, his ear turning to catch the sound. "Let's open the door," said Sidney Trove, advancing. "Not me," said Tunk, firmly, raising his gun.
Tunk was to be there at supper time, and drive home with Polly and her brothers. The widow had told him not to come by the Brier Road; it would take him past Rickard's Inn, where he loved to tarry and display horsemanship. Mary Allen met them at the door. "Mother, here is my future wife," said Trove, proudly. Then ruddy lips of youth touched the faded cheek of the good woman.
His words went home and far with them, even to their graves, and how much farther who can say? They went over the hills, indeed, to other neighbourhoods, and here they are, still travelling, and going now, it may be, to the remotest corners of the earth. The big boys talked about this matter of lying and declared the teacher was right. "There's Tunk Hosely," said Sam Price.
"I presume you were surprised." "Wal," said he, "Ez ain't said a word before in six months." Tunk opened the horse's mouth and stood a moment, peering thoughtfully at his teeth. "Kind of unexpected to be spoke to by Ez Tower," he added, turning his eyes upon them with the same curious look. The interrogation of Tunk and the two boys began immediately.
"Get ap, Prince," Tunk shouted, as he gave him a slap. Prince moved aside, betraying evidence of age and infirmity. "But " Tunk repeated with emphasis. "Ugly?" the teacher queried. "Ugly!" said Tunk, as if the word were all too feeble for the fact in hand. "Reg'lar hell on wheels! that's what he is. Look out! don't git too nigh him. He ain't no conscience that hoss ain't." "Is he fast?"
"I thank you with all my heart," said Trove. "Ay, 'twas friendly," the old man remarked, taking the boy's hand. "I have to put my trust in Tunk the poor liar!" said Trove, when they were alone. "No," Darrel answered quickly. "Were ye drowning, ye might as well lay hold of a straw. Trust in thy honour; it is enough." "Let's go and see Polly," said the young man.
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