Веснушки
Chapter XII
Ididn’tseenobouquetsontherestofyou!Ifanybodyfollowsher,Ido,andI’mneededhereamongsuchapackofidiots.There’snodangerinthatbabyface.Shewouldn’tgivemeaway!Youdoubleandworklikeforty,whilemeandWessnerwilltaketheaxesandbegintocutinontheotherside.”
“Whataboutthenoise?”askedWessner.
“Nodifferenceaboutthenoise,”answeredJack.“ShetookustobefromMcLean’sgang,slickasgrease.Makethechipsfly!”
Soallofthemattackedthebigtree.
Frecklessatononeofhisbenchesandwaited.Intheirhastetofellthetreeandloadit,sothattheteamsterscouldstart,andleavethemfreetoattackanother,theyhadforgottentorebindhim.
TheAngelwasonthetrailandsafelystarted.ThecoldperspirationmadeFreckles’templesclammyandraninlittlestreamsdownhischest.Itwouldtakehermoretimetofollowthetrail,buthersafetywasFreckles’solethoughtinurginghertogothatway.Hetriedtofigureonhowlongitwouldrequiretowalktothecarriage.HewonderediftheBirdWomanhadunhitched.HefollowedtheAngeleverystepoftheway.Hefiguredonwhenshewouldcrossthepathoftheclearing,passthedeeppoolwherehis“find-out”froglived,crossSleepySnakeCreek,andreachthecarriage.
HewonderedwhatshewouldsaytotheBirdWoman,andhowlongitwouldtakethemtopackandstart.Heknewnowthattheywouldunderstand,andtheAngelwouldtrytogettheBossthereintimetosavehiswager.
