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I believe I'll hide his clothes, too, for his saying what he did. But I'll have to go carefully, and see whether the fellows are still out of sight." Ted returned with a good deal of caution. Then he discovered, by the sound of voices, that the swimmers were still at the lower end of the pond. "Plenty of time to get Hi's duds, too," chuckled the pleased joker.
It might not mark the resting place of a lost traveler at all; the cross might be a guide to water, or it might mean nothing at all. In any event Hi's curiosity must be satisfied. "What do you find?" questioned Hippy, as he joined the guide by the leaning cross. "The stones that held it up have been moved, as you see. They are scattered, some half covered with sand.
I know the way to the deepot, Prue, Yes sir, we'll go'n see Randy. I guess she'll be glad 'nough ter see us 'n wont you be glad to see her, though?" Little Prue's eyes grew round with delight. Since Randy was to be away from home, of course the best thing would be to go to her. "Do you truly know the way?" asked Prue, eagerly, laying her little hand upon Hi's arm. "Guess I do.
Colonel Ferguson's absence is unlucky, and half-a-dozen Qui Hi's besides, willing to write chits, eat tiffin, and vent all their Pagan jargon when one does not want to hear it; and now that I want a touch of their slang, lo! there is not one near me. Mr. Adolphus, son of the celebrated counsel, and author of a work on the Waverley Novels, came to make me a visit.
Bill, who had not witnessed The Pilot's performance in the pitcher's box, but had only Hi's enthusiastic report to go upon, still preserved his judicial air. It is fair to say, however, that there was no mean-spirited jealousy in Bill's heart even though Hi had frankly assured him that The Pilot was "a demon," and could "give him points."
"From what they told me in town," Hi said, holding out his hand with a smile, "you must be Henry Pollock?" The boy blushed, but awkwardly took and shook Hi's hand. "That's what they call me Henry Pollock when they don't call me Hen." "Well, I'll make a bargain with you, Henry," laughed Hiram. "I don't like to have my name cut off short, either. My name's Hiram Strong.
Dick & Co., with a lot of other fellows from Central Grammar, looked on in amusement. "It's a pity one of Hi's fellows hasn't ingenuity enough to work up a new 'gag," Tom remarked dryly. "They'll never rattle Teall again with a 'bang," smiled Prescott.
One cannot live on memories. May I ask, Miss Lowery, if you think you could pass a happy that is, a contented and harmonious life with Mr. er Dodd if in other ways than romantic recollections he seems to er fill the bill, as I might say?" "Oh, Hi's all right," answered Miss Lowery. "Yes, I could get along with him fine. He's promised me an automobile and a motor-boat.
'Specially like me and you and Bud and Hi only Hi's gettin' kind of old. She's a fine country, but she needs improvin'. Sometimes them improvements keeps you awake nights, but they're worth it!" "Yes, I believe they're worth it," said Corliss, "So-long, Sun." "So-long, Jack. I got to get back and milk Gentle Annie. We're switchin' Billy onto the bottle, and he don't like to be kep' waitin'."
"Don't mind him," said Hi, under his breath, "the blue devils are runnin' him down." This became more evident as the evening went on. From hilarity Bruce passed to sullen ferocity, with spasms of nervous terror. Hi's attempts to soothe him finally drove him mad, and he drew his revolver, declaring he could look after himself, in proof of which he began to shoot out the lights.
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