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Show Page 90 Twig was somewhere nearby setting his own small fires to smoke hares out of hollow trees. I was glad he had come, for I did not yet feel at ease alone in the forest. I often saw grey shadows moving silently through the trees. Once I stumbled upon Rawhunt as I walked home from picking cherries, and my skin prickled, for something told me he had been spying upon me. John Clark was not with him. Indeed, I had seen naught of John since the day I first saw Rawhunt. With a loud whooping, Twig appeared out of the trees. "Look here, Sarah," he cried. "I caught me four hares. Aren't they fine ones now?" "That they are," I agreed. "Margaret will be pleased." "And Baggy Willie will be most jealous when I tell him." "So you are still thinking of running off to England," I said. "Tell me, what do you think Baggy Willie is doing at this moment?" "Fingering a gent's purse," chuckled Twig. "So he can buy himself some food." "Aye." "And here in Virginia you stepped out your door but a short time ago and here you be-with four fat hares for your supper. " "Aye," said Twig, though from his voice I could not tell if he understood the lesson I hoped to teach. |