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Show Page 125 eased. Then, having said nary a word, we walked across the field, across the muddy track leading to the river, through the gully-taking extra care not to wet our feet in the stream-and climbed the hill to the Davidsons', hoping our faces betrayed no sign of our dreadful experience. "Aye, and we were about to call out a search party," scolded Margaret, as she dished out a mess of boiled beans, peas, corn and pumpkin. "Well, at least you got the nuts and bark." "And did you find your land?" asked Walter. I told him of the search and described for him the lay of the land I had seen. "No doubt you will be in a swivet to remove yourself to your own property come spring," muttered Margaret. "I'm in no hurry to leave here. No hurry at all," I answered, remembering the snap of a twig in the dark and wondering to myself, which one, John or Richard, I should choose to favor. ******************** |
