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They plunged out of the glade, and clattering over the stones, brushing the cedars, disappeared. Dave groped blindly back toward his brothers. "Zeke, this's awful. Another murder by Snap! And my friend!... Who's to tell father?" Then Hare sat up, leaning against the stone, his shirt open and his bare shoulder bloody; his face was pale, but his eyes were smiling. "Cheer up, Dave. I'm not dead yet."
Tucker, the latter's hand was already on his collar. "What have you been doin' to Zeke? Tell me that, you young rascal," said Mr. Tucker roughly. "He pitched into me savage, father," answered Zeke, who had picked himself up, and was now engaged in brushing the dust from his coat. "Pitched into ye, did he?" repeated Joe Tucker grimly. "I reckon he didn't know your father was 'round.
He was very early set to work, and I can not find that the thought of giving him an education ever occurred to his parents, until after Daniel had graduated at Dartmouth, and Dan and Zeke themselves then forced the issue. In stature they were the same size: both were tall, finely formed, and in youth slender.
I want Zeke to send me a crate of those pears there in the currants.... It is very pleasant up here, but I fear I will be dined and tead and drove and walked until I am sick. I have had no good sleep yet. Mr. Johnson of the Century is here. We sleep in a large fine tent. It is in the woods and is just like camping out, except that we do not have a bed of boughs.
"I knew you would look at the matter that way, dear." At this moment there came a knock on the back-door, and when Mrs. Dare opened it, she saw a neighbor, Abe Boggs, the father of Zeke, standing there.
He trudged the remainder of the journey alone, and secured tolerable treatment by assuring the people that he was returning for recruits for the army. He reached home in the afternoon of Christmas; and although the day was almost completely ignored in the Puritan household, yet Mrs. Watkins forgot country, Popery, and all, in her mother love, and Zeke supped on the finest turkey of the flock.
"When you have done that, I will explain why I pitched into Zeke, as he calls it." "Don't you let go, father!" said Zeke hastily. "He'll run away, if you do." "If I do, you can catch me between you," returned Philip coolly. "I reckon that's so," said Mr. Tucker, withdrawing his hand, but keeping wary watch of our hero. "Now go ahead!" said he. Philip did so.
"We ain't going to take any chances," pursued Warham, less roughly; for now that he had looked the situation full and frankly in the face, he had no nerve to brace himself. The necessity of what he was prepared to do and to make her do was too obvious. "Ferguson's here, and Zeke saw the preacher we sent for riding in from the main road. So I've come to tell you.
The first person to greet him as he drew rein in front of the door was Zeke, who had so emphatically declared that he would not have another word to say to him. "Where's that pizen varmint?" demanded the herdsman in no very amiable tones. "Look here, Zeke," replied George, "if you should happen to meet that man while I am gone, I want you to treat him civilly; do you understand?
Hare saw the inert forms of two men lying near the gate; one rested on his face, arm outstretched with a Colt gripped in the stiff hand; the other lay on his back, his spurs deep in the ground, as if driven there in his last convulsion. August Naab and Zeke carried the injured man into the house. The women and children followed, and Hare, with Billy and George, entered last.
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