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"Be quite sure," returns she, smiling.,Two or three Sundays after they had come to the dam, Bob and Jerry found themselves with a day on their hands.,The redskin did not seem to bother about the Mexican’s escape. From the gentle way in which he handled the boy, it was clear that he was proud of him, proud that the young white man had done such a brave deed. He had seen what had happened as he came running back from the camp.,After this attempt at conversation each boy relapsed into his own gloomy thoughts. These were suddenly disturbed, however, for Jerry called out, a note of hope in his voice, “I think I see light ahead!”,Elinor laughed her low ripple. "We didn't find Francis Edward David till the middle of December, and it's now the third week in January. I don't think we've let much grass grow under our feet.",“Get out of that, you old grandmother!”,He is now speaking with some difficulty, and is looking, not at her, but at the pattern he is drawing on the soft loam at his feet.,"I tell you I have not," says Geoffrey. "Nothing of the sort. You are wool-gathering.",“I will remember,” said Uncle Isaac. “I am to hold it sideways and just get the general view when I look at it.”,But Elinor, far from showing rancor, shook the bony hands and kissed the sunken cheeks with as good grace as though she were receiving her dearest friends. She even made some little speech to each, though Patricia was too far away to catch more than a word or two.,This eulogy on the departing Larry she delivers with much unction, and a good deal of check apron in the corner of one eye.,Then visions of pleasure shall float on our sight,.