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Updated: June 17, 2025
Buck trotted along. "Have you got a wagon, Buck?" "What fer?" "To bring the fish back." Buck was not to be caught napping. "We got that sled thar, but hit won't be big enough," he said gravely. "An' our two-hoss wagon's out in the cornfield. We'll have to string the fish, leave 'em in the river and go fer 'em in the mornin'." "All right, Buck." The Blight was greatly amused at Buck.
Why, we drove out from Beacon, and the wagon's stuck in a hollow away back, and my cousin, I call her 'aunt, and her maid, and all the luggage are mired on the road, calling down I don't know what terrible curses upon the country and its people, and our teamster in particular. So I just left them to it and came right on to get help. Auntie was horrified at my going, you know.
The occupant of the depot wagon's rear seat was a thin, not to say scraggy, female, wearing a black, beflowered bonnet and a black gown. A black knit shawl was draped about her shoulders and she wore spectacles. "Whoa!" commanded Mr. Lumley, piloting the depot wagon to the side door of the Whittaker house. Dan'l Webster came to anchor immediately. Gabe turned and addressed his passenger.
"No use lookin' like that," he said almost gruffly. "We'll git a wagon and bring him home easy. A wagon's easier than ridin', though 'taint likely he's very bad." "Bad!" exclaimed Marion, with a sob. "Oh, Ike you don't know my father. If he were not bad he would not " Here her voice failed her. "Don't you worry, miss. We'll be on the trail in two hours.
He snapped and gave a short snarling yelp, and vanished. Clarence returned with a victorious air to his companion. But she was gazing intently in the opposite direction, and for the first time he discovered that the coyote had been leading them half round a circle. "Kla'uns," said Susy, with a hysterical little laugh. "Well?" "The wagon's gone." Clarence started. It was true.
I'll get mine in, John Gates, you can't bulldoze me." Gates stared him in the eye. "Get the pail," he requested, mildly. He drew water from one of the kegs slung underneath the wagon's body. The oxen, smelling it, strained weakly, bellowing. Gates slowly and carefully swabbed out their mouths, permitted them each a few swallows, rubbed them pityingly between the horns.
All I found out was what I told you, and that, as I said, they are running guns across the border. That wagon's loaded up with machine-guns in heavy cases. They are labeled as agricultural machinery, and were taken off the train by white accomplices seventy miles or more from here.
A tight board fence, ten feet high, built as a windbreak on two sides, obstructed his way; and he started to walk around it. At the end the windbreak merged into a well-built fence of six wires, and, a wagon's breadth between, a long row of haystacks, built as a further protection against the wind. These, together with the wires, formed the third side of the yard.
A woman not a nice-looking woman stood at the door and watched him, and even at our distance from them there was something strange in their recognition. Kitty began to talk and laugh with forced coolness. Tom turned the horses sharply, so that the wagon's shadow lay on the roadside, away from the house. "Get out, hadn't you better?" he suggested, in the tone of a command.
It soon fell with a crash, and the Empress leaped up, but to sit down again and look interestedly at what was going on. The man, the tree fallen, sheared off its wealth of fragrant tips, and laid the mass of it by the side of the great tree. Then from out the wagon's leavings he dragged a tent, a simple thing, and, setting up two crotched sticks with a cross-pole, soon had it in its place.
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