"And, Sam, if you can find Bert send him down. We want
to see him particularly, and it will save us walking up to the
house."
The negro went back into his cabin, but came out again a few minutes
later and started up the road toward the house.
CHAPTER XVII.
CONCLUSION.
Bob and his companion were so utterly disheartened, and so nearly
overcome with the cold, that they no longer looked upon exposure as
the worst thing that could happen to them. They had made up their
minds that it could not be avoided, and told themselves that the
sooner it was over and they were allowed to leave their airy perch
the sooner they would breathe easily again. They could not talk now.
They could only sit and gaze in the direction in which the hostler
had disappeared, and wait for somebody to come and call off the dogs.
Bob hoped _that_ somebody would be Bert. He was a simple-minded
little fellow, and might be persuaded to believe the story that Bob
had told the hostler. But Bert did not come to their relief; it was
his father. When Bob saw him he wished most heartily that the roof
would open and let him down out of sight.
"Why, boys, what is the meaning of this?" asked the General, as soon
as he came within speaking distance.
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