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"We may as well take the critters down at once," he said; "it may be two or three miles before we can find a place where we can get out of this valley, and there aint no use making two journeys of it." Somewhat reluctantly Dick followed Zeke, driving the horses before them. They had been gone but five minutes when he heard the crack of a rifle behind them.
What have you got to say for yourself, eh?" Philip regarded his captor contemptuously, and didn't struggle to escape, knowing that he was not a match for a man five inches taller than himself. But contempt he could not help showing, for he knew very well that Zeke had inherited his mean traits largely from his father. "I'll thank you to remove your hand from my collar, sir," said Philip.
How angry they would be if they knew they had done Dick Dare a kindness! "Thank you, Zeke and Lem," he murmured. "You are very kind, and have done me quite a favor." The two Tory youths remained there half an hour or so, and then returned to the encampment. Their conversation had held nothing further of interest to Dick, but what he had learned was sufficient.
They made their way around a corner to a ramshackle shed, Joe urging on the reluctant Zeke by the menace of an encroaching shoulder. Zeke paused at the entrance. He groped in his pocket and directly pulled forth a key on a very dirty, greasy string. Fumblingly he inserted it in the lock. Then he paused again and lifting his eyes, thoughtfully inspected the sky.
There had been no rules laid down to her since the night of Essex Maid's attack, and Zeke was always a congenial companion. As she neared the barn a young fellow left it, laughing. She knew who he was, one of the young men Zeke had known in Boston. He had several times of late come to call on his old chum, for he was out of work.
From below, these natural props tapered upward until gradually blended with the trunk itself. There were signs of the wild cattle having sheltered themselves behind them. Zeke called this the canoe tree; as in old times it supplied the navies of the Kings of Tahiti. For canoe building, the woods is still used. Being extremely dense, and impervious to worms, it is very durable.
He entered, and found Si engaged with Tom Billings in a game of checkers for the championship of the 200th Ind. Shorty was watching the game intently, as Si's counselor, and Zeke Tomkins was giving like assistance to Tom Billings. Two other crack players were acting as umpires.
"I don't like the looks of it," replied Zeke, deliberately. "Jack, what what'll you do?" asked Dave, suddenly. "Do? What can I do? I'm not going to run out of camp because of a visit from men who don't like me." "It might be wisest." "Do you ask me to run to avoid a meeting with your brother?" "No." The dull red came to Dave's cheek. "But will you draw on him?" "Certainly not.
We're just in time." "I don't see any cloud," said Zeke, staring about. "Why, right there in front of us," excitedly, pointing at the long opaque mass against the sky. "That? Why, that's hills." Zeke laughed. "The mountain they call it here. Pretty sickly mountain we'd think it was up Berkshire way." "Oh, it's a mountain, Anna Belle," joyfully, "we're really seeing a mountain!"
He neither blinked nor showed the slightest abashment or hesitation as his soft eyes looked steadily into mine with all the innocence of an angel. "Zeke, where is the pen out of that case?" "Missr Newcomb," he said quietly, "I don't know nothin' about it." I repeated the question, looking into his face as sternly as I could.
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