On the Trail of Pontiac by Edward Stratemeyer
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At last the youths came in sight of home. It was now dark, and through the
living-room window they saw the gleam of a tallow candle which rested on the table. A shout from Dave brought his father to the doorway. "Back again, eh?" exclaimed James Morris. "And tired as two dogs after the chase, I'll warrant." "We are tired," answered the son. "But I reckon we could walk a few miles more if we had to." "I see you didn't get a deer this time," came from Rodney Morris, as he, too, appeared at the doorway. "Mercy on us, you can't expect them to get a deer every trip!" ejaculated Mrs. Morris, who was bustling around the big open fire-place preparing supper. "It's a wonder they start up anything at all around here, with all the hunting that's going on." "We got two wild turkeys and seven rabbits," said Henry. "We left two rabbits at the Thompsons'. And, by the way, Mrs. Thompson is coming over in a week or two to stay three days. Paul is going to Dennett's on business." "I'll be glad to have her here," was the mother's reply. "Poor dear, I know just how lonely she feels. Of course you said it would be all right." "Yes, I said she'd be welcome." "I'm so glad!" came from little Nell, as she brushed back the curls that were flying around her face. "Mrs. Thompson is so nice! She can tell the |
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