Now get out!"
He cut the knotted handkerchief in two. The hobo needed no
urging. He spun on his heel and fled like a rabbit. The
Professor watched him go, and as the fat, ungainly figure
burst through a hedge and disappeared he fired the revolver
into the air to frighten him still more. Then he tossed the
weapon into the pool near by.
"Well, Miss McGill," he said with a chuckle, "if you like to
undertake breakfast, I'll fix up Peg." And he drew the
horse-shoe from his pocket once more.
A brief inspection of Parnassus satisfied me that the thieves
had not had time to do any real damage. They had got out most
of the eatables and spread them on a flat rock in preparation
for a feast; and they had tracked a good deal of mud into the
van; but otherwise I could see nothing amiss. So while
Mifflin busied himself with Peg's foot it was easy for me to
get a meal under way. I found a gush of clean water trickling
down the face of the rock. There were still some eggs and
bread and cheese in the little cupboard, and an unopened tin
of condensed milk. I gave Peg her nose bag of oats, and fed
Bock, who was frisking about in high spirits. By that time
the shoeing was done, and the Professor and I sat down to an
improvised meal.
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