Old Caravan Days by Mary Hartwell Catherwood
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eyes were fixedly cast on the horizon. The boy speculated on the
possibility of people with crooked eyes seeing anything clearly. But Zene's hints were a stimulant to curiosity. "Where did _you_ stay last night?" inquired Robert, bracing himself for pleasant revelations. "Oh, I thought at first I'd put up in the wagon." replied Zene. "But you didn't?" "No: not _intirely_." "What _did_ you do?" pressed Robert Day. "Well, I thought I'd better git nigh some house, on account of givin' me a chance to see if you folks come by. I thought you'd inquire at all the houses." "Did you stop at one?" [Illustration: ZENE EXCITES BOBADAY'S CURIOSITY.] "I took the team out _by_ a house. It was plum dark then." "I'd gone in to see what kind of folks they were first," remarked Bobaday. "Yes, sir; that's what I'd orto done. But I leads them round to their feed-box after I watered 'em to a spring o' runnin' water. Then |
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