Sunset Ranch: A Story of a Boy's Adventures in the West — page 208: what you’re looking at

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196 All for Polly. Then the two lads looked at each other in dire consternation, as they realized that in truth some sort of calamity had happened. “Going away—is Mr. Kelly thinking, after all, of sending you East to school?” for some such project as this had been mentioned. “Mr. Kelly hasn’t anything to do with it,” an- swered Polly, girl-like, trying to bewilder them a little. “Then, who has, I'd like to know?” “He’s come back.” The boys looked at each other again and shook their heads in despair. “Oh, he has!” said Karl, with some sarcasm. “He wasn’t killed by the Indians at all.” “What! Do you mean that old reprobate who allowed you to be captured by the Indians?” cried Cuthbert, in dismay. “My uncle,” she said, reprovingly. “T don’t care if he is your uncle ten times over. You’ve told us enough about his mean ways to make any one hate and despise him. And so the Indians let him live! I don’t believe I can ever forgive them for that.” | “Why, Cuthbert?” reproachfully. “What business has he popping up again like an old Jack-in-the-box—what right has he to demand that you leave the comfortable home you are in and go wandering over the face of the earth again with him ?” “He says he has—claims that I was left in his charge, and besides that I will be worth a fortune to him some day.” | “Well, we'll see,” said Karl, grimly. “Polly, you don’t want to go?” appealed Cuthbert. “No, oh, no! It will break my heart,” wailed the girl, with no thought now of dignity, only the great sorrow that overwhelmed her, rushing to the front. connicloooks.conn