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A big square table was littered with music, much being in manuscript thus proving Dan'l's assertion that he was a composer. Benches were as numerous as chairs, and all were well-cushioned with tanned skins as coverings. A few good prints were on the walls and the aspect of the place was entirely agreeable to the old man's guests.
That he had found Ella was evident, as that young lady herself skipped along by his side in the greatest possible delight at having met her former riding companion; and that she had accepted his invitation to dinner was shown by the scrupulous care with which she was dressed. "It's time to go up to Uncle Dan'l's," Toby whispered to Mrs.
Smiley he went to the swamp and slopped around in the mud for a long time, and finally he ketched a frog, and fetched him in, and give him to this feller, and says: "Now, if you're ready, set him alongside of Dan'l, with his forepaws just even with Dan'l's, and I'll give the word."
"Two hundred and fifty pounds!" Weak as he was, Dan'l sat upright in the straw, and the other two stared at the doctor with their jaws dropping which Dan'l's jaw couldn't, by reason of the bandages. "And you ask us to trust this young furriner, with two hundred and fifty pounds for his hand to close on!" groaned Tummels. "I do," said the doctor.
Then why, if he's playing honest even now, doesn't he speak to me? . . . But no: he's watching to catch me off my guard, in the hope that I'll give him the clue to Dan'l's hiding." Thus Tummels reasoned, and, though it went hard with him to get no news, he decided that 'twas safer to trust in no news being good news than, by making the smallest move, to put Phoby Geen on the track.
But, let erlone dat, yer kin go efn yer wants ter; an' efn yer'll make has'e an' git yer bunnits, caze I ain't gwine wait no gret wile. I don't like ter go ter meetin' atter hit starts. I want ter hyear Brer Dan'l's tex', I duz. I can't neber enj'y de sermon doutn I hyears de tex'."
Standing still being Dan'l's long suit, the order was obeyed. Gabe then loafed to the door of the station and accosted the depot master, who was nodding in his chair beside the telegraph instrument. "Where is she now, Ed?" asked Mr. Lumley, referring to the train. "Just left South Harniss. Be here pretty soon. What's your hurry? Expectin' anybody?" "Naw; nobody that I know of, special.
So far so good: yet now a new trouble arose owing to Dan'l's wounds showing signs of inflammation and threatening to set up wildfire. Tummels and Sleep put their heads together, and determined that a doctor must be fetched. Now Dr. Chegwidden, who was getting up in years, had engaged an assistant to take over the St.
The Injuns was plum fooled by Dan'l's friendly ways an' didn't watch 'im so close. "So one night Dan'l helped 'em ter eat a bigger supper than ever. They wuz all full enough ter bust, an' went ter sleep an' slept like logs. Hit wuz a dark night an' the fire burned low, an' long 'bout midnight Dan'l made up his mind ter give 'em the slip. "Hit wuz er dangerous job.
"It vill do me fery well. Dere iss nod much to see out here." "I know," said Wampus. "But Herr Gabert. What happen to him?" Again there was a pause. Then the German said slowly: "I am nod rich; but efery year I send a leetle money to Stuttgart to put some flowers on Herr Gabert's grave." The chauffeur's face brightened. He got up from his chair and solemnly shook Dan'l's hand.
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