He held her, while she squirmed and
screamed.
"You lemme alone, Rafe Sherwood! Lemme alone!" she commanded.
"I ain't doin' nothin' to you."
"Well, I bet you are up to some monkey-shines, out this time of
night," said Rafe, giving her a little shake. "You come on back
home, Mag."
"I won't!" declared the girl.
"Yes, do, Margaret," begged Nan. "It's going to rain harder.
Don't hurt her, Rafe."
"Yah! You couldn't hurt her," said Rafe. "She's as tough as a
little pine-knot, and don't you forget it! Aren't you, Mag?"
"Lemme go!" repeated Margaret, angrily.
"What did you chase down here after me for?" asked Rafe, the
curious.
"I, I thought mebbe you was comin' to hunt for something,"
stammered the girl.
"So I was. For Nancy here," laughed Rafe.
"Thought 'twas somethin' of mine," said the girl. "Lemme go
now!"
She jerked away her hand and scuttled into the house that they
were then just passing.
"Wonder what the little imp came out to watch me for?" queried
Rafe.
After they had arrived at home and the excitement o the return
was over; after she and Tom had told as much of their adventures
as they thought wise, and Nan had retired to the east chamber,
she thought again about Margaret and her queer actions by the
roadside.
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