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Just then the bow of the skiff was run on the bank, and the man, grasping Winn's arm, stepped ashore, saying, "Now make yourself useful, young fellow, and lead us to your mint or den or whatever you call it. If you don't want to I'll find a way to compel you, and if you try any low-down tricks, I'll make you wish you'd never been born." "Do you mean the log-hut?" asked Winn.
"Why do you pity her?" Miss Marley inquired with interest. "Well," said Claire, with a sudden dimple, "I was only thinking I shouldn't like to be Winn's wife if he didn't care for me; and then I was thinking that if he didn't, I'd make him!" "Well, that effort doesn't seem required of you," said Miss Marley.
Bouncing: in the daytime he sat with him and ran his errands; at night he came in once or twice and heated things for Mr. Bouncing on a spirit lamp. Mr. Bouncing gave him minute directions, and scolded him for leaving milk exposed to the menaces of the air and doing dangerous things with a teaspoon. Nevertheless, he valued Winn's company.
Still, he would not have spoken a single word to deter Billy Brackett from his daring project even had he known it would be heeded. While these thoughts flashed through Winn's mind, his companion was clambering up over the low guards, and Bim's joyful welcome of his master was pitiful in its extravagance.
He pushed the key across the table toward her, but she did not look at the key; she crossed the room and opened the drawer under the Bible. She saw what she had expected to see. It was Winn's revolver; upon it lay a snap-shot of Peter. He always kept them together. Claire took out the revolver. Winn watched her, with his hands in his pockets. "Be careful," he said; "it's loaded."
See, here is Mr. Caspar's signature." Sure enough, there at the bottom of the paper exhibited by the Captain was the name "Winn Caspar," written clearly and boldly. It certainly looked like Winn's signature. Billy Brackett was staggered. What could it all mean? Something was evidently wrong; but what it was he could not determine. "Where is this Mr. Caspar now?" he asked.
From her window she had heretofore been able to see one corner of the raft; but now, peering out through the driving rain that caused the forest depths to appear blue and dim, she could not discover it. With a slight feeling of uneasiness, she hastily dressed, and went to Winn's door. There was no answer to her knock. She peeped in. Winn was not there, nor had the bed been occupied.
"I could easily have taken it if you had remembered to ask me. It's so late now." "It won't keep firm this hot weather," continued Mrs Hunt's sweet, low voice. "He ought to have it to-day." Delia did not answer. She was tired. It was hot. Mrs Winn's visit had come at the close of a most irksome afternoon. She was longing for a little quiet time for her music. "Poor Mrs Hurst!" pursued her mother.
She never took me with her on these journeys, but nearly always when she came back at nightfall her eyes would be red, and I knew the two women had been weeping together. There came a certain hot Sunday in July when she went on this errand, and Grandpa Ripley having gone to spend the day at old man Winn's, I was left alone.
Even the tent, which had been hastily torn down, together with a portion of their camp outfit, was tossed aboard, and within fifteen minutes from the time of Winn's departure the Venture, with its new crew at the sweeps, was moving slowly out from the island, and gathering impetus from the current for a continuance of its eventful voyage.
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