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St. Elmo’s face brightened with intelligence. He broke into the story to give a graphic account of how a little yellow chicken of his sister’s had got “dwownded” in the pig-trough.,“Bring him here.” The man stepped out and laid his hand on a sapling that grew beside the Lodge. May Nell followed with the dog.,‘—a lodge of ample size,’,“She’s at Vine Hill—miles away; we’ll beat her if we hurry.” His words were a bit breathless.,A faint sound caught his ear, as of clinking coins and soft voices. People there! He had thought it before, now he was certain. Were not both brothers away?,“I c’d eat a rhindoceros,” he confided to Clarence.,Just then he saw a wagon in the distance rounding the curve of the mountain. This was his minute. He must get her before that team passed. Then if any one attempted to prevent him he would have help. He turned back to May Nell.,“A cat tablecloth!” the little girl laughed.,The best of all was a letter from Jimmy, scrawled with his left hand.,“Stop!” his upheld warning hand said to May Nell. He found his knife, cut his lashings, and beckoned to her vehemently. He waited only for the crash of glass and sash, when he threw himself outstretched on the ground, and pushed the board hard against the lower edge of the window frame.,Warwick Bro’s & Rutter, Limited, Printers and Bookbinders, Toronto, Canada.,“Sunday School comes first.”.