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“He’s a very good boy, too, Aunt Grenertsen.” “Nothing much,” was the answer. “Fooling ’round the Canyon a little.” From where they were sitting, screened by the undergrowth, they could see a section of a rough path that led up the hillside. For a long time nothing happened. As the Indian did not speak, Bob felt it best to remain quiet also. Probably there was a reason for it. The delay did not worry him much, however, as there was plenty of material for his mind to be busy with. Ever since he had talked with Mr. Whitney, events had tumbled upon him one after another. Mr. Whitney had gone and Ted was doing outpost duty. Jerry was on the other side. Only the Indian was left to him and he was not much of a counselor. True, he was beginning to prove himself a great help but through the limitations of language he could not be used to discuss what ought to be done regarding the things they found out. What the outcome of the mess was to be was beyond Bob’s imagination to foresee. He was determined to do what he felt was his duty, and if the consequences were serious it could not be helped..
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“You must thank Johnny Blossom, Grandmother,” said Tellef’s mother. “I said no such thing,” interrupted Aunt Grenertsen. He reached the arches, and discovered beyond a kind of inner hall, of considerable extent, which was closed at the farther end by a pair of massy folding-doors, heavily ornamented with carving. They were fastened by a lock, and defied his utmost strength. “Hello, Link,” said Jerry. “I didn’t bring Bob up only to show him the ranch, but to let you give him a square meal for once. If you’ve still got Sing Lee properly trained he’ll get it!”.
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