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"It is not your fe-feelings I care about; at least, I h-h-hope not; but I have been so unjust, and I prided myself so on my j-ju-justice." "Never mind!" "Oh! if you don't, I don't. I hate myself, so it is no wonder you h-hate me." "I love you more than ever." "Then you are a good soul! Of course you know I always I esteemed you, Richard." "No! I had an idea you despised me!" "How silly you are!
Leaning forward, his blue eyes took on an earnestness which effectually dispelled all notion of vanity in their possessor, demanding: "C-c-c-could you do it? C-c-can you? W-w-w-wi-will you?" "Yes, I might, could, would, and should if you'd go find my brass bound box!" "Cross your heart, honest Injun, h-h-hope to d-d-die?" "No. Neither one. Just plain 'Yes. I know a way.
"H-h-hope he didn't p-p-poison us?" broke out Toby. "Why, I only put some salt in it," explained the cook, greatly broken up over his first attempt at "surprising" his chums. "What did you take that salt out of?" asked Owen. "This little glass jar here; but what're you grinning at? Ain't it salt at all?" demanded Bandy-legs. "Taste it and see," Owen fired back.
"And I h-h-hope I g-g-get a chance to make a t-t-try this afternoon," remarked Toby, not a little disappointed because he had been passed over when Max selected the one to accompany him on the first hunting expedition. So the two boys walked off, taking with them a couple of bags. Max also thought it wise to shoulder the reliable old shotgun.
"Hurrah! that's the kind of talk!" cried the inflammable Twin. "Then you give us permission to pitch in, and whale the whole bunch the next time they play one of their measly old tricks on us? Is that so, Paul?" demanded Jud. "Oh! I only h-h-hope so!" came from Bluff. "Wait till the time comes, and perhaps I'll help you give them a much-needed lesson.
"When we gather around the festive board, and get our heads close together, I've got some bully good news to tell the bunch of you." "H-h-hear that, will you, boys?" remarked Toby, in more or less excitement. "Say no more now, please. How about that coffee?" Max continued. "S-s-she's cooked to a turn, and I h-h-hope the rest of the g-g-grub is ready, too."
And I'm going to keep an eye out to-morrow for a handy hollow tree so's to be all ready." "Oh, s-s-shucks! I h-h-hope you'll n-n-need it your own self," was what Toby sent back at him. By the time supper was ready the boys were as hungry as a pack of wolves in January. And everything tasted so good, too. Trapper Jim showed them how to cook some of the venison in a most appetizing way.
As soon as he entered the room, Mr Fraser hobbled to meet him, with outstretched hand of welcome, and a kindly grin on his face. "Mr Forbes," he said, "I h-h-hope well of you; for you can respect an old man. I'm very glad to see you. I hope you've brought an appetite with you. Sit down. Always respect old age, Mr Forbes. You'll be old yourself some day and you won't like it any more than I do.
F-f-find 'em all in a h-h-heap, and then nothin' doin' for w-w-weeks." "Then our chums must have struck the jolliest place on the whole river," Bandy-legs observed. "H-h-hope they m-m-marked it, then," Toby went on. "How about it, Max, Steve?" demanded the other pearl hunter of the afternoon.
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