He
led Huckleberry into the stable, came out, and shut the door, and
walked past Baumberger as if he were not there at all. And
Baumberger stood with his head lowered so that his flabby jaw was
resting upon his chest, and stared frowningly after him until the
yard gate swung shut behind his tall, stiffly erect figure.
"I gotta WATCH that jasper," he mumbled over his pipe, as a sort
of summing up, and started slowly to the house. Halfway there he
spoke again in the same mumbling undertone. "He's got the Injun
look in his eyes t'-day. I gotta WATCH him."
He did watch him. It is astonishing how a family can live for
months together, and not realize how little real privacy there is
for anyone until something especial comes up for secret
discussion. It struck Good Indian forcibly that afternoon,
because he was anxious for a word in private with Peaceful, or
with Phoebe, and also with Evadna--if it was only to continue
their quarrel.
At dinner he could not speak without being heard by all.
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