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got across into them trees, one of em shouted.
Come on.
I spit out some leaves and dirt that was in my
mouth, and says to Miss Harrington, Uncle
Sagamore was right. Those rabbit hunters are sure
careless where they shoot. They might of hit us.
She clapped a hand over my mouth and pulled me
up against her. She was listening for something. I
couldn t hear anything except the noise we was
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making trying to get our breath. Then in a minute, I
did. It sounded like men running through the brush
on the other side of the lake.
How far is it to the end of the lake? She
whispered in my ear.
She d forgot she still had her hand over my mouth,
I reckon. I squirmed a little, and she saw what the
trouble was, and took it away. About a hundred
yards, I says. Just around the bend there.
We ve got to get out of here, she says, and jumps
up. She grabbed me by the arm and we started
running. She couldn t run very fast with no shoes on
because things hurt her feet, but I was all right. I
hadn t had shoes on since I d been here. She put her
feet down like she was running across egg shells, and
in about a hundred yards or so we fell down again
and rolled into a little gully that had ferns growing all
along it.
We was both still wet and leaves and twigs was
sticking to our bare skin. We was out of breath. I
could hear my heart beating. She held on to me real
tight, with my face against her bosom, and I could
feel it going up and down when she breathed. There
was ferns all around and over us.
Don t make a sound, she says, whispering.
Why are we running? I asked.
Shhhh! Those men are looking for us. If they find
me they ll kill me.
Kill you? You mean they ain t rabbit hunters, like
the others?
The others wasn t rabbit hunters, either. Hush,
she says.
It was all crazy and mixed up, I thought. Why
would anybody want to hurt a nice woman like Miss
Harrington? I was glad the other two had had that
accident. It served em right. Then I began to be
scared. They must be coming around the lake.
Suppose they found us. I began to shake.
Just be still, she whispered. They won t find us
in these ferns.
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I laid still and listened. And in a minute I could
hear them moving, running through the brush
somewhere towards the head of the lake. And all of a
sudden there was a shot. And then three or four in a
row. And then another one by itself. There was no
bullets come this way, though.
We laid real quiet in the ferns. Miss Harrington
turned her face a little and looked at me. Her eyes
was big and blue and worried.
What do you reckon they re shooting at now? I
whispered.
I m not sure, she says.
The sun was gone now, and it was getting shadowy
out in the timber, what little of it I could see through
the ferns. I wished Pop and Uncle Sagamore was
there. Then we heard a sound. It was a man walking
through dead leaves somewhere between us and the
lake. We couldn t see him, though. We tried to hold
our breath and listen, waiting to see if he was coming
closer. At first it sounded that way and I was scared
stiff, but before long we could tell the sound was
dying out. He was going away.
Maybe it was Pop, I says. Looking for us. Or
maybe Dr Severance.
Shhhh, she whispered. I don t think so. They
would have tried to call us.
What would they want to shoot you for? I asked.
Never mind, she says. She put her hand over my
mouth again.
In a few minutes we heard the steps coming back
again. They went by not twenty yards away on the
other side of us, it sounded like. Then they died out
again.
Miss Harrington sucked in a shaky breath. The
lousy bastards, she says, kind of whispering.
We didn t hear anything for a long time then. It got
dark. You couldn t see anything. I couldn t even see
Miss Harrington s bosom, when I was lying right
against it.
I m scared, I says. I wish Pop was here.
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I m scared too, she says. But not quite that bad.
They couldn t see us now, I told her. Mebbe we
can sort of sneak around and get back to the house.
Do you know which way it is? she asked.
Sure, I says. I pointed. That way.
We stood up and looked around, and I wasn t so
sure. It was all pitch-black, and one direction was
like another.
Least I think it s that way, I says. The lake
should be right over there.
We started out walking real slow and feeling our
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