In Barracks and Wigwam — page 33: what you’re looking at

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The Discovery of a Plot. 23 to be lying under the spreading branches of a small pine tree about ten feet ahead. . “Yes, it’s easily done,” Steve was saying, “‘and we'll manage the rest all right. Things couldn’t have turned out better. You have the chisel?” “Yes, it’s in my pocket,” Bruce answered. “One twist will do it, and without much noise. Then the rest won’t be hard. All you need 103 is lie shady here, and BeEDig out of the watchman’s way.” “And in the morning they will think he used the win- dow,” said Steve. “By that time he will be far away, and if he’s as sharp as | take him to be he won’t be found. It was lucky he confided in you, and got you to help him to escape.” “Tt will all work like a charm,” whispered Bruce. “We're safe for dead sure if they don’t catch him, and even if they bring him back, and find that on him, he won't betray us.” “That’s so,” assented Steve. “We're fixed both ways. He’s the sort of an Indian that will die before he breaks a promise, and they'll never make him tell where he got it. He'll simply refuse to say anything, and that’s all we want.” Here the conversation dropped to a lower tone, and after some further whispering, the import of which the listener could not catch, the young conspirators were heard moving off to the left through the bushes. “Here’s a pretty kettle of fish,” thought Linn. “It’s all clear as daylight now. These foolish chaps, out of a mere spirit of adventure, are going to help one of the Indian pupils to escape. They intend to force open the door of the quarters and smuggle him out of the grounds. And IJ’ll bet Deerfoot is the one.” Linn’s conclusion, though there was some coloring to warrant it, was hasty and ill-formed, in view of all that > Pd GomiGcbooks.¢o