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A minute later, he was in the house. "I am late," he said. "I lost the regular train, and had to get off at Stacy, six miles away; but I got a man from the stable to bring me over." "I am glad to see you, Andy," said his mother. "And so am I," added Sterling Grant, "though it is a sad time." "Why a sad time, father?" "The squire will foreclose to-morrow." "No, he won't foreclose, father.
All were as solemn as owls. "He had a watch," nodded Rector. "He had a watch," added Tad. "I wonder if the watch was running?" piped Walter. "No, it was stagnant," retorted Stacy.
The yells were uttered in the shrill voice of Stacy Brown. "It's Chunky!" groaned Tad. "Here's trouble in earnest!" They never knew just how it happened, and Chunky could not tell them, but in all probability the excitement had been too much for the fat boy!
Alfred Barton deliberated whether he should suggest sending for Lawyer Stacy, but finally decided not to hazard his prospects by a show of impatience. He was therefore not a little surprised when his sister Ann suddenly made her appearance in the barn, where he and Giles were mending some dilapidated plough-harness, and announced that the lawyer was even then closeted with their father.
"Chunky doesn't snore on an empty stomach," laughed Tad. "I called out, 'Hello, who's there? The snorer woke up calling out something that I could not catch." "Who was it?" asked Stacy in a hurry to learn what the Professor was getting at. "Well, when he woke up he said his name was Ned Rector and that he was lost."
But before they could voice their astonishment Stacy had thrown a letter to the obsequious landlord, and then gathering up the reins had sped away to the railroad station half a mile distant. "Looks as if the Boss of Creation was in a hurry," said one of the eager gazers in the doorway. "Somebody goin' to get smashed, sure."
What they thought at that moment no one knew. Their characteristic appearance had slightly changed. The melancholy and philosophic Demorest was alert and bitter. Barker's changeful face had become fixed and steadfast. Stacy alone wore his "fighting look," which the others had remembered. They had not long to wait.
"Shall we pass our young friend in to see the show?" said Demorest to Stacy. "Yes, if he'll be perfectly quiet and not breathe on the glasses," returned Stacy. They each gravely took one of Barker's hands and led him to the corner of the cabin. There, on an old flour barrel, stood a large tin prospecting pan, in which the partners also occasionally used to knead their bread.
At first they were not sure what had disturbed them, that is, Tad was not. This time Stacy had seen more clearly than his companion. "Ugh!" grunted a voice right in front of them, and there before their amazed eyes stood an Indian. To their imaginations, he was magnified until he appeared nearly as tall as the moonlit mountains in the background.
Stacy Brown and his magic wand will find all the water needed," continued the fat boy proudly. "Your logic is good, at any rate, even if the rod doesn't work at command," laughed the Professor. Supper was a jolly affair, for everyone was in high spirits. The sage hen, contrary to general expectation, was found to be delicious. Chunky begged for the wish bone and got it.
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