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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — XII. About Various Things (1888)

As soon as Tom was out of sight he caught up his rifle and posted off to the cabin to see if Jake had been there during his absence; but neither Sam nor the old woman could tell any thing about him.
"I'd give every thing I've got in the world if I could get my hand on that boy's collar, for jest one minute," cried Matt, as he stormed about the wood-yard shaking his fists in the air. "He kalkerlates to ruinate the whole of us by runnin' off with them six thousand. I'll tell you what we'll do, ole woman.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — XII. About Various Things (1888)

Matt at last gave it as his opinion that Jake intended to run away with the money, and repeated what he had said the night before—that a man who had spent years of his life in dodging constables was not to be beaten by one of his own boys. Then he filled a fresh pipe and strolled off toward the hatchery. He thought that was the safest place for him, for if the sheriff came back after Jake Matt would see him when he signaled for a boat to take him across the outlet, and have plenty of time to run to the cabin and warn his family.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon Snagged and Sunk — XII. About Various Things (1888)

Seeing that Matt was disposed to get angry at him for the time he had wasted and the long tramp he had taken for nothing, Tom stepped into his canoe and shoved off, while the squatter disappeared in the woods, grumbling as he went. He took the shortest course for the outlet, and in the thickest part of the woods, a short distance in the rear of the watchman's cabin, found his wife keeping guard over the helpless Jake, who was so tightly wrapped in ropes that he could scarcely move a finger. The woman had accompanied Matt to the hatchery with the intention of begging a few eatables of Rube
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