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You'll be stayin' here with Jamie. I'm goin' to the Post for Doctor Joe," declared Andy. "I am most done up," Peter confessed. "But the wind'll be in your back goin' to the Post. She's just startin' though, and she'll be a wonderful sight worse than she is now before you gets there. 'Twill be terrible nasty." "I'm goin' too," said Jamie. "You're not goin'," said Andy.
You lads bide here in comfort till the storm passes. 'Twill be a short un. I'm thinkin' 'twill clear in the night, and the wind'll shift nuth'ard before to-morrow marnin', and before to-morrow evenin' the ice'll be fast again on the bay."
I says, s'I, 'Wha'd John say? and when she said she hadn't so much as told you, 'cause you wa'n't well enough, we both of us, Mother Tombs and me, we says, s'I, 'Why, the sicker he is the mo' it'll help him! Besides, he's sho' to hear it; the ve'y wind'll carry it; which he oughtn't never to find it out in that hilta-skilta wa-ay!
I was thinkin' of the hull blamed country, and I didn't care how he took it. 'Any good, able-bodied wind'll jump a fire across that guard so quick it won't reelize there was any there, I says. "Man didn't like it none too well, either. He says to me: 'That guard'll stop any fire I ever saw, and I got right back at him he-he! 'Man, I says, 'you ain't never saw a prairie fire' just like that.
"The flood'll be running for the next three hours, and that'd naturally set us toward the north; but before we get to Tarpaulin the wind'll be blowing us the other way. We've got to allow for both." Fifteen minutes went by, thirty, a full hour. Little by little Seal Island sank behind them and the familiar outlines of Tarpaulin loomed clearer and higher.
for the wind'll be doon then, I'm hopin'. "The fowk'll think it strange, for they a' ken my convictions, sae ye'd better close wi' a paraphrase: "'Then will He own His servant's name Before His father's face. That wad dae fine, for it's a' o' grace thegither."
We'll have to steer into port on this tack, 'cause if we try to go on the other, she'll sink like a stone. I only hope the wind'll hold as it is. Look alive now!" In a few minutes the little craft was away and the captain of the steamer, seeing that she did not sink, continued his course.
"Bud, you've been actin' kind of rash around here," Hall said, in insolent satisfaction with the turn of events. "You had your lucky day with me, like you had with Swan Carlson, but I gave you a sneak's chance to leave the country while the goin' was good. If you ever leave it now the wind'll blow you out. Back him up to that wagon wheel!"
He ain't thinkin' about killin's. Nope, he's thinkin' about some quiet place for sleep. I know the place. They's a spring that come out in a holler between two mountains; and the wind blows up the valley all the year; and they's a tree that stands over the spring. That's where I'll put him. He loved the sound of runnin' water; and the wind'll be on his face; and the tree'll sort of mark the place.
Lie to till I be afther boardin' you. Sure, they are lyin' to divil a rag of canvas on her are they aslape or dhramin'? Here, Dick, let me get aft wid the sheet; the wind'll take us up to her quicker than we'll row." He crawled aft and took the tiller; the breeze took the sail, and the boat forged ahead. "Is it daddy's ship?" asked Dick, who was almost as excited as his friend.
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