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His
face
took
on
the
innocent
look
of
a
cherub
,
and
his
voice
rivaled
that
of
a
brooding
dove
,
but
into
his
eyes
crept
a
look
of
diabolical
mischief
.
He
glanced
vaguely
around
him
until
he
saw
his
club
,
seized
and
twirled
it
as
a
drum
major
,
stuck
it
upright
in
the
muck
,
and
marched
on
tiptoe
to
Wessner
,
mechanically
,
as
a
puppet
worked
by
a
string
.
Bending
over
,
Freckles
reached
an
arm
around
Wessner
’
s
waist
and
helped
him
to
his
feet
.
“
Careful
,
now
”
he
cautioned
,
“
be
careful
,
Freddy
;
there
’
s
danger
of
you
hurting
me
.
”
Drawing
a
handkerchief
from
a
back
pocket
,
Freckles
tenderly
wiped
Wessner
’
s
eyes
and
nose
.
“
Come
,
Freddy
,
me
child
,
”
he
admonished
Wessner
,
“
it
’
s
time
little
boys
were
going
home
.
I
’
ve
me
work
to
do
,
and
can
’
t
be
entertaining
you
any
more
today
.
Come
back
tomorrow
,
if
you
ain
’
t
through
yet
,
and
we
’
ll
repate
the
perfarmance
.
Don
’
t
be
staring
at
me
so
wild
like
!
I
would
eat
you
,
but
I
can
’
t
afford
it
.
Me
earnings
,
being
honest
,
come
slow
,
and
I
’
ve
no
money
to
be
squanderin
’
on
the
pailful
of
Dyspeptic
’
s
Delight
it
would
be
to
taking
to
work
you
out
of
my
innards
!
”
Again
an
awful
wrenching
seized
McLean
.
Freckles
stepped
back
as
Wessner
,
tottering
and
reeling
,
as
a
thoroughly
drunken
man
,
came
toward
the
path
,
appearing
indeed
as
if
wildcats
had
attacked
him
.
The
cudgel
spun
high
in
air
,
and
catching
it
with
an
expertness
acquired
by
long
practice
on
the
line
,
the
boy
twirled
it
a
second
,
shook
back
his
thick
hair
bonnily
,
and
stepping
into
the
trail
,
followed
Wessner
.
Because
Freckles
was
Irish
,
it
was
impossible
to
do
it
silently
,
so
presently
his
clear
tenor
rang
out
,
though
there
were
bad
catches
where
he
was
hard
pressed
for
breath
:
“
It
was
the
Dutch
.
It
was
the
Dutch
.
Do
you
think
it
was
the
Irish
hollered
help
?
