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Hippy folded his arms across his chest and looked languishingly at the three girls. A chorus of giggles from those grouped around the girls and derisive groans from the boys greeted Hippy's sentimental speech. Suddenly a long, shrill whistle was heard. "That's your train, girls," said Mr. Harlowe, who with Mrs. Harlowe, Mrs.
"If Hindenburg jumps out he will hang himself and choke to death." "Sure he will. That is why he isn't going to jump out." Hindenburg stood up in the bag and barked in apparent approval of Hippy's assertion. "Listen!" exclaimed Emma, holding up a hand. "Bark again, Hindenburg." Hindenburg did so, Emma Dean giving close attention. "What is the big idea?" demanded Lieutenant Wingate.
"Tom finished his government contract a week ago and went on to the Ridge to make the survey of Hippy's property before we got there, and leaves directions as to where we may find him. Elfreda, I don't like this at all." "That means that we start for the Ridge and more trouble. Good! Let's go!"
"You didn't kiss me," observed a plaintive voice from behind the portieres that divided the library from the hall. Hippy's round face was thrust engagingly into view. He had slipped in the side door, unobserved. "There he is, Reddy. How did he get in so quietly?" David took a vengeful step forward. The face disappeared. "Just wait until I hang up my overcoat," threatened Reddy.
Joe Shafto had run down to the stream and, at this juncture, came up to them with a hatful of water, which she handed to Tom. Grace took Tom's hat from him and did the fanning while her husband was bathing Hippy's face.
For the next few minutes there was excitement in the camp, Nora clinging to Hippy's neck laughing and crying, Emma standing a little aloof from them with a superior smile on her face, Anne, urging the wide-eyed Washington to start the fire and prepare coffee, and Grace seeking to quiet Nora so that they might hear Hippy's story.
Supper was ready for the mountaineers, but, before sitting down to it, one of them walked over to the prisoner and stood peering down at him. Hippy's heart almost stopped beating, so intent was he on listening for the breathing of the man behind him and from his fear that his mysterious friend might be discovered. No such emergency arose, nor did he hear the breathing he was listening for.
A brief silence had fallen upon the little group at one end of the veranda, broken only by Nora's and Hippy's argumentative voices. "Because both the someones are too busy to sing," laughed Jessica, casting a significant glance toward the end of the veranda. "Hippy, Nora," called David, "come over here and sing." "'Sing, sing, what shall I sing?" chanted Hippy.
A rough hand was laid on Hippy's leg, and a mighty tug nearly unhorsed him. It probably would have done so had not Hindenburg at that juncture taken a bite of the lumberjack's hand and caused the fellow to let go without delay. The jacks by this time had begun to fight among themselves. Single and group fights suddenly sprung up all over the street.
"He's afraid of me," boasted Reddy in a purposely loud tone. "Don't you ever believe it," contradicted Hippy's voice. "I like the view from this side of the Omnibus House. I think Nora would like it, too." "Such thoughtfulness is rare," jeered David. "'Tis better to have thought such thoughts, than never to have thought at all," retorted the voice plaintively.
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