I kept pretty well out of sight--we've
done that before; Jack and I took sneak yesterday, and came up
here at sunrise, but we couldn't find anything. I was beginning
to think he had given it up. So I was just scouting around here
when I heard you rustling the bushes over here. I was going to
shoot, but I changed my mind, and thought I'd land on you and
trust to the lessons I got in football and the gun. And the
rest," he declaimed whimsically, "you know.
"Now, duck away down--oh, wait a minute." He gave a jerk at the
knot of his neckerchief, flipped out the folds, spread it
carefully over her head, and tied it under her chin, patting it
into place and tucking stray locks under as if he rather enjoyed
doing it." Better wear it till you're out of the brush," he
advised, "if you don't want to get hung up somewhere again."
She stood up straight, with a long, deep sigh of relief.
"Now, pikeway," he smiled. "And don't run bareheaded through the
bushes again. You've still got time to beat that train.
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