"I thought it had got down a hole," he said, "but you found it
wonderfully." "It simply flew!" cried Judy. "Clever old thing!" she
added with admiration.
"I've found harder things than that," said Stumper. "It hid itself
well, though--bang in the open like a lost collar-stud. Thought I'd
never look _there!"_
They glanced at one another with a curious, half-expectant air, and
Tim suddenly took the soldier's hand. But no one said anything more
about it; the sin was forgiven and forgotten. Uncle Felix put in a
vague remark concerning Indian life, and Stumper mentioned proudly
that a new edition of his scouting book was coming out and he had just
finished revising the last sheets. "All yesterday I spent working on
it," he informed them with a satisfied air, whereupon Tim said "Fancy
that!" and Judy exclaimed "Did you really?" They seemed to have an
idea that he was doing something else "all yesterday"; but no one knew
exactly what it was. Then Judy planted herself in the road before him,
made him stop, and picked something off his shoulder. "A tiny
caterpillar!" she explained. "Another minute and you'd have had it
down your neck.
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