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So absorbed was I that I did not hear the coming of a horseman in the fields beyond the grove, nor the click of a field gate; but when the strange quietude of Ferry and the dogs had begun to reassure me I became aware of this new-comer approaching the dooryard. There he reined in and hallooed. I knew the voice. An answer came from an upper window. "Is this Squire Wall's?" asked the traveller.
Report afterward averred that it was the fairest hand in England that drugged the wine and held the rope, and that Queen Isabel, "From the wall's height, as when he down did slide, Had heard him cry, 'Now, Fortune, be my guide!"
As for Sinclair's own bullet, it brought only a stifled curse from the window. "No good, Riley," sang out the voice. "This wall's too thick for a Colt." Sinclair had flung himself softly forward on his stomach, his gun in readiness and leveled in the direction of Cartwright. There was the prime necessity. Now heavy footfalls rushed down the hall, and a storm of voices broke in upon him.
Wall's whistle brought the scouts to attention again. "Tonight we take up the theory of building a bridge with staves and cords," the Scoutmaster said. "The Fox patrol was to have provided two logs." The Fox patrol hustled outdoors and returned in a moment with their burden. The scouts set to work to build a bridge from one log to the other. Mr. Wall walked about, watching but offering no advice.
"But I'm not tired, Billy," Tharon protested, "no more'n as if I'd been ridin' all day after th' cattle." But Billy shook his head and hollowed a little place in the soft slide stuff at the Wall's foot. In this he spread the blanket, folding it half back. "Lie down," he commanded, "an' you'll be asleep so quick you won't know when it happens."
There was twenty-six wagons hitched in the yard an' lane, so William said, besides all that come afoot; an' a few had driven away before they made the count." "I'd no idea of there bein' so many," said Israel sadly. "Well, 't was natural for all who knew her to show respect. I felt much obliged to the folks, and for Elder Wall's excellent remarks."
Wall's absence a lucky stroke he had conquered. What had happened had been among scouts. They had settled it among themselves. He felt, dimly, that a great lesson had been learned. Maybe it would be better to leave things as they were. The Scoutmaster's greeting was cheery. "Hello there, hikers! How did you find the going?" Ritter and the others glanced at one another sideways.
But soon the road grew white, and the walls likewise; and at the wall's foot grew long grass and gay flowers, all drenched with dew; and instead of the groaning of the pit-engine, they heard the skylark, saying his matins high up in the air, and the pit-bird warbling in the sedges, as he had warbled all night long. All else was silent. For old Mrs.
A butterfly, after hovering for a while over the wall's dry coping, left it and fluttered aimlessly across the garth, vanishing at length into the open doorway of the church. The church stood about thirty paces from my tree, and by turning my head to the angle of my right shoulder I looked straight into its porch.
Of more immediate practical importance to me was the controversy concerning Infant Baptism. For several years together I had been more or less conversant with the arguments adduced for the practice; and at this time I read Wall's defence of it, which was the book specially recommended at Oxford. The perusal brought to a head the doubts which had at an earlier period flitted over my mind.
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