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Updated: June 5, 2025
Once or twice he actually lost his temper in his disappointment. But this was only for a moment. He was too eager to find that little drummer to be angry very long. At last there came a time when there was no reply to his drumming. He drummed and listened, then drummed again and listened. Nothing was to be heard. There was no reply. Whitefoot's heart sank.
He found Sir Thomas among fit surroundings, "his whole house and garden being a paradise and cabinet of rarities, and that of the best collections, especially medails, books, plants, and natural things ." Here we have the right background and accessories for Whitefoot's portrait of the central figure:
"Bless Gawd! hyar's Whitefoot's muzzle jes' ez nat'ral an' Me waal, sir! don't I look proud!" he cried suddenly, with a note of such succulent vanity, so finely flavored a pride, that the stranger could but laugh at the zest of his triumph. "Do you see the witch-face?" he demanded. "Hesh! hesh!" cried the mountaineer hilariously. "Don't 'sturb me 'bout yer witch-face.
Stair, immediately behind, saw the man's hand go to his belt, and comprehended that Whitefoot's life was in danger. With a spring he was upon him. One hand gripped the fugitive's wrist. With a pull backward he had him on the ground. His foot pushed aside the eager jaws of Whitefoot and saved the man's life.
What Jumper didn't know was that Whitefoot's bright little eyes had all the time been watching Whitey from another little hole in the snow some distance away. A tunnel led from this little hole to the first little hole. Suddenly off among the trees something moved. At least, Jumper thought he saw something move.
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