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Seton, Ernest Thompson, 1860-1946

"Rolf in the Woods"

If that dog
came near his hiding-place, he knew the game was up. At such
close quarters, you can fool a man but not a dog.
Fortunately the breakfast tailings proved abundant, and the dog
went off to assist a friend of his in making sundry interesting
smell analyses along the gate posts of the stockade.

Chapter 76. The Duel
This was temporary relief, but left no suggestion of complete
escape. He lay there till nearly noon suffering more and more
from the cramped position and thirst, and utterly puzzled as to
the next move.
"When ye don't like whar ye air, git up without any fuss, and go
whar ye want to be," was what Sylvanne once said to him, and it
came to Rolf with something like a comic shock. The soldiers were
busy in the woods and around the forges. In half an hour it would
be noon and they might come back to eat.
Rolf rose without attempting any further concealment, then
stopped, made a bundle of the stuff that had sheltered him and,
carrying this on his shoulder, strode boldly across the field
toward the woods.
His scout uniform was inconspicuous; the scouts on duty at the
mill saw only one of themselves taking a bundle of hay round to
the stables.


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