Conduct of life -- Fiction; Hermits -- Fiction; Missing persons -- Fiction; New England -- History -- 19th century -- Fiction
“It never rains but it pours, you see, aunt,” he said cheerfully.
He wondered how his uncle would receive him and whether he would make a
fresh demand for the small sum of money which had been the cause of the
original trouble.
But John Trafton had been thoroughly alarmed by the consequences of his
former act and he had, besides, such experience of Robert’s firmness
that he concluded it would not be worth while to carry the matter any
further. He greeted Robert sullenly.
“So you are back?” he said gruffly.
“Yes,” answered the boy.
“Who took you off?”
“I put off on a raft and should have been drowned but for the hermit. He
saved me.”
“You deserved to be drowned for putting off on a raft.”
“Did you think I was going to stay on the island?” asked Robert with
spirit. “If I had been drowned it would have been your fault.”
“None of your impudence, boy!” said John Trafton.
And then he dropped the subject without referring to the money.
During the day Robert called on Herbert Irving to thank him for his
interest in his behalf.
George was in the yard, but his valise was in his hand and he seemed on
the point of departure. He scowled at Robert, but didn’t speak.
“I’m glad to see you back, Bob,” said Herbert warmly. “What an old
rascal your uncle is! Now tell me all about how you escaped.”
While Robert was telling the story the stage drove up and George got on
board.
“Good-by, George!” said Herbert.
George did not deign a reply and rode sullenly away.
“He doesn’t find that the climate of Cook’s Harbor suits him,” said
Herbert significantly.
“He doesn’t seem very happy about going,” said Robert. “I didn’t expect
he would notice me, but he did not bid you good-by.”
“The fact is George and I have had a flare-up,” said Herbert. “I was
disgusted with his heartlessness in refusing to take you from Egg
Island, and I told him so pretty plainly. He accused me of insulting him
and threatened to lay a complaint before my mother. I requested him to
do so. Considerably to his surprise, she took my part and reproved him
for his selfish and disagreeable pride. This was too much for the young
gentleman, and he gave notice that he should return to the city. No one
attempted to keep him, and he has felt compelled to carry out his
threat, a good deal to his disappointment.”
“I am sorry you are losing your visitor on my account, Herbert.”
“You needn’t. Though he is my cousin, I am glad to have him go.”
“But you will feel lonely.”
“Not if you come to see me every day, Bob.”
“If we didn’t live in a poor cabin, I would ask you to visit me.”
“Never mind about how you live; I will come. It isn’t the house I shall
come to see, but you. Some time when you are going out fishing I wish
you would take me along.”
“With all my heart, if you will come.”
To Herbert alone Robert confided his discovery of the purse of gold.
Public-domain text, read in full here on John Shaqi.
Reviews
Reviews
No reviews yet
Be the first to share your thoughts on this work.
Join the Discussion
Join the discussion
Sign in to leave a comment or review.
Sign InorCreate an account