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Leslie shook his head. "There's that money, Ross. It wasn't mine, and
you know it and I know it. I can't face dad again without it in my hand.
Why, I wouldn't see him until I'd earned it for--well, wild horses
wouldn't drag me," he concluded passionately. "I tell you, Ross, I've
let myself in for a heap of trouble. I know father."
"Now that he finds out you've skipped, Leslie, won't he be hunting you
up?"
Leslie stirred uneasily and turning stretched up and looked in the
direction of the McKenzies. "That's what I'm expecting, or else he'll
not think me worth while. I tell you, Ross, I've made dad no end of
trouble both at home and in school. Things look sort of different up
here. I've--well--I've never been up against it before."
"Are you going to send your father word?"
"Send him word before I get back that five hundred!" cried Leslie aghast.
"You don't know dad. I can't face him without it. Not much."
"But he'd see that you feel different----" Ross began.
"You don't know dad," Leslie cut in harshly. "With the men it's just
the same. It's 'stand and deliver' or get out, and he'd treat me just
the same."
The coming of the McKenzies put an end to further conversation. They came
to announce their departure on the morrow.
"Any little thing you'd like us t' git fer you?" Sandy asked the boys
lazily. "Want us t' bring ye any biled shirts or one of these here coats
with long handled tails? If you fellers lay out t' stay here all winter
ye better lay in a stock of society rags, 'n' dancin' shoes."
"About the most useful dancing shoes we'll need will be snow-shoes, I
guess," Ross retorted.
Leslie, from the wood-pile, said little but watched the brothers closely.
Neither paid more than a passing attention to him, concentrating their
remarks on Ross. They left early and went up the Creek with the intention
of paying a farewell call on Wilson.
"I don't believe," said Leslie the following morning as he watched them
take the trail leading over Crosby, "that they have ever seen me before.
They don't act as though they have, do they?"
"Haven't seen a sign of it since that first night," declared Ross, "and
yet what I overheard, you know----"
"Must have referred to you," returned Leslie with conviction.
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