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Slowly he drew one hand from his pocket and grasped the barrel of the nearest weapon. "Let him go," he said, not raising his voice. The man stared into the little chauffeur's eyes and released his hold of the revolver. Wampus looked at it, grunted, and put it in his pocket. "Now the other gun," he said. The fellow drew back and half turned, as if to escape. "No, no!" said Wampus, as if annoyed.
"Dere iss no dangerousness from here to der rifer." "Danger?" said the chauffeur, scornfully. "Who cares for danger? I am Wampus, an' I am here!" "We are all here," said Patsy, contentedly nestling against the cushions; "and I'm free to confess that I'm mighty glad of it!" It did not take them very long to reach the river, a muddy little stream set below high banks.
His face was badly swollen and he could only see through a slit in one eye, so severe had been the beating administered by Wampus earlier in the day; but the fellow had grit, in spite of his other unmanly qualities, and his imperturbable good humor had scarcely been disturbed by the punishment the Canadian had inflicted upon him.
"When did you arrive?" "Half hour ago. He on side track." "Very good. You have made capital time, for a freight train. Let us go at once and get the car unloaded." Wampus hesitated, looking sheepish. "I been arrest," he said. "Arrested! For what?" "I make speed. They not like it. They arrest me Me Wampus!" He straightened his slim little form with an assumption of dignity.
Our friends had hoped to make the little town of Gerton for the night, but the road was so bad that Wampus was obliged to drive slowly and carefully, and so could not make very good time. Accidents began to happen, too, doubtless clue to the hard usage the machine had received. First a spring broke, and Wampus was obliged to halt long enough to clamp it together with stout steel braces.
It is reached by a superb macadamized boulevard, which passes down the north edge of the promontory, rounds the corner where stands the lighthouse, and comes back along the southern edge, all the time a hundred feet or more in elevation above the ocean. The view from the Point is unsurpassed. Wampus stopped his car beside a handsomely appointed automobile that was just then deserted.
The girls were tremendously excited at the prospect and Wampus was ordered to prepare camp for the night the first they had spent in their automobile and away from a hotel. Not only was the interior of the roomy limousine converted into sleeping quarters for the three girls, but a tent was spread, one side fastened to the car while the other was staked to the ground.
Sir, do the Major swear sometime?" Uncle John crept under the tent. "If he does," he responded, "he's swearing this blessed minute. Anyhow, I'll guarantee he's not asleep." Wampus again mounted to his perch. "No use my try to sleep 'til Major he come," he muttered, and settled himself to wait. It was not long.
"Never carry him," he replied. "All gun he make trouble. Sometime he shoot wrong man. Don't like gun. Why should I? I am Wampus!" The Major entered the hotel frowning. "That fellow," he muttered, "is a natural-born coward, and we needn't expect help from him if trouble comes."
That Wampus was proving himself a capable and faithful servant even the Major was forced to admit, yet the man's bombast and self-praise robbed him of any word of commendation he justly earned. "I think," said Uncle John, "I'll bunk on the front seat to-night. I'm short, you see, and will just about curl up in the space. I believe snakes do not climb up wheels.
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