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"Tra finality, as when one hushes the fear of a child "Sick the dogs on hio--never saw the hobo yet that wouldn't run froly up at her, and reached for a second helping of honey

Good Indian pulled his glance froh the beefy er's face, but all he found there was a gross interest in his breakfast and a certain indulgent sympathy for Evadna's fear, and he frowned in a baffled way

"Who ever heard of a traet down here once a year, and then they always come to the house You couldn't know there WAS any strawberry patch behind that thick row of trees--or a garden, or anything else"

"He's got a row of stakes running clear across the patch," Evadna recalled suddenly "Just like they do for a new street, or a railroad, or so And--"

Good Indian pushed back his chair with a harsh, scraping noise, and rose He was staring hard at Bauer, and his whole face had sharpened till it had the cold, unyielding look of an Indian And suddenly Bauer raised his head and met full that look For two breaths their eyes held each other, and then Baulanced casually at Peaceful

"Sounds queer--irl, that reled her quite frankly "When a little girl gets scared--Sick the dogs on hi to a blustering anxiety that her fright should be avenged

Evadna seee "I was scared, but I know quite hat I saw He wasn't a tra-pan and blankets And there a line of stakes across the strawberry patch"

Before, the breakfast had continued to seem an important incident temporarily suspended Now Peaceful Hart laid hand to his beard, eyed his wife questioningly, let his glance flicker over the faces of his sons, and straightened his shoulders unconsciously Good Indian was at the door, hisline Wally and Jack were sliding their chairs back fro to follow him

"I guess it ain't anythingbut steal berries, and they're one, anyhow Go ask him what he wants, down there" The last sentence was but feeble sort of fiction that his boys would await his commands; as a matter of fact, they were outside before he spoke