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“About what umbrella?” asked Tellef’s mother.,Jerry answered shortly, “Yes.”,“Yes, can do,” stated the Indian, and as they had approached the upper camp during their talk, he made a swift move of the hand in farewell and slipped swiftly into the shadows.,With that he disappeared into the house.,“Fool Greaser! Go all way up hill only to throw people off track. I know where he make for. Come!”,“You’ve been bully to me, Dad.”,“Here comes Mother and you shall hear for yourself,” shouted John. “Didn’t I stand on the table, Mother? And shan’t I have Kingthorpe, Mother?” Mother assented soberly.,“You’re a Service bug,” smiled Jerry, who had lost all signs of being uneasy. “I bet you’ll be an engineer all your life.”,Billy had been a sport! He had shot Bob just as far over as he could and the boy was correspondingly grateful.,“Are you sure of it?” Johnny’s blue eyes gazed earnestly at his mother.,“Well, John,” said Mother. “What is the matter?”,Bob’s perch on the tower was far from comfortable, so he hoped the conference going on below him would last no great length of time. The thin iron rungs of the ladder cut into his legs and his arms had begun to ache from the strain of holding himself in place without making any noise that would give him away. To add to his discomfort, he soon realized that although he could overhear clearly every word that passed between the figures on the ground it would do him no good, as they were talking in Spanish, a language in which Bob remembered Jerry could at least make himself understood. Since his arrival at the dam, the Eastern boy had made some attempt to pick up a working knowledge of it, but his time had been so short that he had not got very far. Therefore, only a word here and there meant anything to him and as these were simple words, they gave no clue to what was being discussed..