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Updated: June 22, 2025
"It is good enough for me to stay in now that I'm here." "So you're back for good?" "Yes." "Well, we're mighty glad to have you." Fiddle Flippin, dancing and doubling up on Randy's knee like a very soft doll, suddenly held out her arms to her mother. As Mary leaned forward to take her, Randy was aware of the change in her.
He made up his mind suddenly and approached young Paine. "We can take one of you in here. You'll be crowded with all of those bags." "Not a bit. We'll manage perfectly, thank you," Randy's voice dismissed him. He went, with a lingering glance backward. Becky, catching that glance, waked suddenly to the fact that he was very good-looking. "It was kind of him to offer, Randy." "Was it?"
"I wish we had bought some crackers and cheese at the store," said Ned; "I thought about it when we were nearly a mile away, but it was too late then to go back." "We have Randy's cake," replied Clay. "I'm going to break into it if we don't soon reach camp. I don't remember when I was so hungry as I am now." "Wait a little while," said Ned. "The creek surely can't be far away.
He took a drink and was in the act of putting the cup down when he heard distinct footsteps outside. They passed the tent and went on toward the creek. Whoever the nocturnal stroller might be he was taking no pains to conceal his presence. "Say Ned, is that you?" came in a startled whisper from the rear of the tent. Ned recognized Randy's voice. "Are you awake?" he exclaimed in surprise.
This obstinate conduct roused Randy's temper, and indications pointed a lively quarrel. "I never saw such a coward," he exclaimed angrily. "You're a nice fellow to go on a canoe trip, I must say." "I'm not a coward," returned Nugget hotly. "I'm not afraid of you, anyhow, and if you call me any more names I'll show you something."
And the little boy had seen him not dead, but sounding his trumpet. And now the whole world would hear of him. In Randy's story, the Trumpeter would live again in the hearts of men. The wind was rising the fog blown back before it showed the golden track of the sea light stretching to infinity! He rose and stood by the rail. Then suddenly he felt a hand upon his, and looking down, he saw Becky.
Randy's attention was about evenly divided between watching the passengers and enjoying the beauties of the autumn landscape as the flying train passed first a village nestling at the foot of a mountain, then a forest, then a lake whose surface reflected the gorgeous coloring of the trees upon its shore, then another village, then a winding river which, mirror-like, repeated the blue sky and the floating clouds.
The Paines of King's Crest had never asked favors of the country-folk, or if they had, they had paid generously for what they had received. To go now among them saying, "I have something to sell," carried a sting. There had been nothing practical in Randy's education. He had no equipment with which to meet the sordid questions of bargain and sale.
The canoes immediately became objects of interest, and a friendly conversation was started. The man in the boat stepped out, and picked up Randy's gun. "That's a purty nice weapon," he observed in a mournful voice. "It ain't unlike the one I lost, only mine was longer, and a leetle bit lighter. It was a muzzle loader, though, and this is one of them new fangled kind."
"It is good enough for me to stay in now that I'm here." "So you're back for good?" "Yes." "Well, we're mighty glad to have you." Fiddle Flippin, dancing and doubling up on Randy's knee like a very soft doll, suddenly held out her arms to her mother. As Mary leaned forward to take her, Randy was aware of the change in her.
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