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Bob got up early in order to see the Canyon at sunrise the morning after Steve Whitney went away, but found that in comparison to the sunset it was tame. Yet so inspiring was it that he was glad he had taken the trouble. The panorama spread before his eyes was one of which no other country could boast. Bob had seen pictures of it, had read about it, and had been taught about it from his geography, but nothing that he had read or heard or learned had given him even a faint idea of the glory of the thing as it actually was, no matter what time of the day it was seen.,Father and Mother sat in the study, Mother with her handkerchief in her hand and with red eyes.,"His game you mean.",So after this earnest protest no more is ever said to her apon the subject, and Mrs. Geoffrey she is now to her mends, and Mrs. Geoffrey, I think, she will remain to the end of the chapter.,CHAPTER VI.—AN EVENING IN THE WOPP PARLOR.,"Why? scared?","I don't know," she said, in a stolid tone.,"How would you manage it, Sherlock?" asked Patricia. "Give us a hint of your method, and we may be able to locate the fiend ourselves.","Jest couldn't he? I'll take you down to the marsh some day an' show you how quick he kin kill a womper.","And does Mrs. Dallas believe that rubbish?" asked Maurice, incredulously.,“Come, John, don’t lie there and screech in that fashion.”,CHAPTER II. THE ASHANTEE DEVIL-STICK..