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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — XI. Sam on the Trail (1888)

If Jake and Sam had been working in harmony, they never would have remained inactive in their places of concealment and let Tom and his cousins carry off those guns. Jake, especially, was hopping mad. He got upon his knees, exposing so much of his ragged clothing above the log that he certainly would have been seen if Tom and the rest had glanced in his direction, and shook his fists over his head.
"They're thieves theirselves if they take them guns away," muttered Jake, between his clenched teeth.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — XI. Sam on the Trail (1888)

He ran swiftly from point to point, closely scrutinizing every log and thicket he came to and stopping now and then to listen, and Sam followed him wherever he went and saw all he did. At last Jake found a place to suit him. A gigantic poplar had been overturned by the wind, and in falling had pulled up a good portion of the earth in which its far-reaching roots were embedded, thus forming a cavity so deep and wide that Rube Royall's cabin could have been buried in it, chimney and all.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — XI. Sam on the Trail (1888)

He went straight to the log behind which Jake had concealed himself when alarmed by Ralph Farnsworth's approach, scraped a few leaves together for a bed, and laid himself down upon it. But before he went to sleep he made up his mind that he would not say a word to his father about the loss of the guns; it would hardly be safe. Sam knew that his father expected to make some money out of those guns, and when he found that he could not do it, he would be apt to lose his temper and try to take satisfaction out of somebody.
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