"Just the same, I want you should mind what I tell you," she
said, in her old motherly tone, "and keep away from those
ruffians down there. You can't do anything but make 'em mad,
and give 'em an excuse for killing someone. When your father
gets back, we'll see what's to be done."
"All right, Mum. We won't look toward the garden to-day," Wally
promised largely, and held out his cup to her to be refilled."
You can keep my gun, if you want to make dead sure."
"No, I can trust my boys, I hope," and she glowed with real pride
in them when she said it.
Good Indian lingered on the porch for half an hour or so, waiting
for Evadna to appear. She may have seen him through the
window--at any rate she slipped out very quietly, and had her
breakfast half eaten before he suspected that she was up; and
when he went into the kitchen, she was talking animatedly with
Marie about Mexican drawn-work, and was drawing intricate little
diagrams of certain patterns with her fork upon the tablecloth.
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