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They felt the spirit of pioneers and an immense loyalty to the Service and what it stood for. Jerry shook his hand warmly.,Drink, every one;,At last he found her, in a big rocking chair, reading some stupid girls’ book. They rushed over to Jensen’s Wharf, for that was where Jeremias the wood-cutter kept his boat, and they had a standing permission to use it whenever they wished.,And hails thy gradual step, thy influence mild.,Such is the moral of this little story—,And all at once the truth smote him: he ought not to have done this; he had known all the time that he ought not, and yet—he had done it.,Once upon a time there was a man who had fine houses in town and country, gold and silver plate, embroidered furniture, and coaches gilt all over; but, unfortunately, this man had a blue beard, which made him look so ugly and terrible, that there was not a woman or girl who did not run away from him.,“Back water,” said Bob. “We’d better explore a little before we start through.”,“And leave the Service?” put in Bob. “I don’t see how you could. It’s the finest—”,When Bob heard the news he immediately connected Mr. Whitney’s prolonged absence with it. The Chief was not back and in all probability he had remained to talk over the best manner of protecting Government property from any mishap. The raid was so daring that it showed the possibility that others might follow and the dam was near enough the border to be in actual danger. Bob realized that in all probability this was just what the cattlemen wanted; that it might mean intervention. Especially so if more outrages took place at once.,“’Gainst rules, son,” was the man’s answer, pulling a lever which made a great bucket shoot up from the depths.,Oh, dear! How dreadful! At home no one knew a thing about anything, and here he had behaved like this and perhaps hurt Bob. To “break a horse’s wind” was dangerous he knew, because he had heard about one of the livery stable horses that had to be shot on account of being “broken-winded.” But Bob! It was impossible that it should go that way with Bob! Oh, it couldn’t!.