"Think of it, Mark, seven dollars a
week. That's more than you made as a soldier."
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"We are near the last bend, Tim. Yes--I'll say good-by to Mary for
you. I'll tell her that in the hurry you forgot her. And she will
believe me! Why didn't you go up the hill last night, instead of
sneaking off this way?--for you know you didn't forget her. That last
smoke--that's right--you and Captain and I, and our pipes. I fear she
did pass from our minds, but we had many things to talk over in those
last hours. I promise you I will go up to-night and explain. Tell
Weston about that fox on Gander Knob--of course I shall. School starts
tomorrow, else I'd be after him myself; but on Saturday we'll hie to
the mountain, Weston and Captain and I. You, Tim, shall have the skin,
a memento of the valley. I'll say good-by to Captain again, and I'll
keep the guns oiled, and Piney Carter shall have the rifle whenever he
wants it--provided he cleans it every hunting night. And I'll tell old
Mrs.
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