He had not a word to say, but hitched his aunt to his jacket and
drew her away with considerable haste. They floundered over logs and
ran against stumps. Their own smouldering fire, and wagon with the
hoops standing up like huge uncovered ribs, and the tents wherein
their guardian slept after the fatigue of the day, all appeared
wonderfully soon, considering the time it had taken them to reach
their exploring limit.
Aunt Corinne huddled by the coals, and Bobaday sat down on the foot-chunk
he had placed for his awning throne.
"You better go to bed quick as ever you can," he said.
"I guess I ain't goin'," said aunt Corinne with indignant surprise,
"till you tell me somethin' about what was up in the bushes. I stayed
still and let you look, and now you won't tell me!"
"You heard the sound," remonstrated Robert.
"But I didn't see anything," argued aunt Corinne.
"You wouldn't want to," said Bobaday.
They were talking in cautious tones, but no longer whispering. It
had become too tiresome. Aunt Corinne would now have burst out with
an exclamation, but checked herself and tilted her nose, talking to
the coals which twinkled back to her between her slim fingers.
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