What Might Have Been Expected by Frank R. Stockton
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Harry was afraid to move. Perhaps the man mistook him for some kind of
an animal. To be sure, he could not help thinking that boys were animals, but he did not suppose the man would want to shoot a boy, if he knew it. But how could any one tell that Harry was a boy at that distance, and in that light. Poor Harry did not even dare to call out. He could not speak without moving something, his lips any way, and the man might fire at the slightest motion. He was so quiet that the musk-rat--it was a musk-rat that lived in the hole--came out of his house, and seeing the boy so still, supposed he was nothing of any consequence, and so trotted noiselessly along to the water and slipped in for a swim. Harry never saw him. His eyes were fixed on the man. For some minutes longer--they seemed like hours--he remained motionless. And then he could bear it no longer. "Hel-low!" he cried. "Hel-low!" said the man. Then Harry got up trembling and pale, and the man came toward him. "Why, I didn't know what you were," said the man. "Tony Kirk!" exclaimed Harry. Yes, it was Tony Kirk, sure enough, a man who would never shoot a boy--if he knew it. "What are you doing here," asked Tony, "a-squattin' in the dirt at supper-time?" |
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