Tom drove a team which was then at the lumber
camp, being cared for by the cook and foreman; Rafe was a
chopper, for he had that sleight with an ax which, more than mere
muscle, makes the mighty woodsman.
"Their dad'll drive 'em over to Blackton's early, and you can go,
too," said Aunt Kate. "That is, if you don't mind getting up
right promptly in the morning?"
"Oh, I don't mind that," Nan declared. "I'm used to getting up
early."
But she thought differently when Uncle Henry's heavy hand rapped
on the door of the east chamber so early the next morning that it
seemed to Nan Sherwood that she had only been in bed long enough
to close her eyes.
"Goodness, Uncle!" she muttered, when she found out what it
meant. "What time is it?"
"Three o'clock. Time enough for you to dress and eat a snack
before we start," replied her uncle.
"Well!" said Nan to herself. "I thought the house was afire."
Uncle Henry heard her through the door and whispered, shrilly:
"Sh! Don't let your aunt hear you say anything like that,
child."
"Like what?" queried Nan, in wonder.
"About fire. Remember!" added Uncle Henry, rather sternly, Nan
thought, as he went back to the kitchen.
Then Nan remembered what the strange little girl, Margaret
Llewellen, had said about the fire at Pale Lick that had burned
her uncle's former home.
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