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“The umbrella blew away, Mother, and the boat is lost, too.”,The Wolf, I say here, for you'll find,“Yes, but it is so sad.”,They passed lightly on, for their steps ran in whispering echoes through the gallery, and often did Julia cast a fearful glance around.,In the afternoon the policeman called to talk with Father. Father was very serious and Mother looked frightfully worried. Sister Asta stared with open mouth. John had a bitter time of it while the matter was being settled, and afterward Asta’s teasing voice followed him everywhere as she kept calling out: “Credit to the scho-ol! Great credit! Wonderful credit! Credit to the scho-ol!”,That their discovery had a good chance of being acted upon, was a big measure of reward to the two boys. Mr. Whitney’s interest seemed to settle the matter.,Mother stared in blank amazement.,His mind busy with these thoughts, he found that the long climb to the top did not bother him. After a wash-up he had supper and went out on the hotel piazza. The sun had gone but its last banners of light were flung up against the sky behind the farthest horizon. The depths of the Canyon were black. Out of this rose myriad pinnacles, dim in outline, rich in deep colors. Just at the opposite rim a strip of color spun along, tipping the horizon with a golden glow.,“All right then, Jerry,” was Mr. Whitney’s decision. “I’ll leave it to you and Feather-in-the-Wind to do with him as you like.”,“Not that, it was horrible; and people can hear you away down the road.”,She descended to supper, where the marquis met her alone at table. Little was said during the repast, at the conclusion of which the servants were dismissed; and it was believed that during the interval between supper, and the hour of repose, Maria de Vellorno contrived to mingle poison with the wine of the marquis. How she had procured this poison was never discovered.,“Chase up to the dam line. There’s an overflow gate in the spillway there. Break it open!”.