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The Boy Trapper

CHAPTER XII
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The thought made Dan almost frantic.

He jumped up and knocked his heels together, slapped his hands, dashed his hat upon the ground and made other demonstrations indicative of a very perturbed state of mind.
"Pap's in fur it now, an' so am I," said he, in an excited whisper.
"He'll get his jacket wet swimmin' the bayou to get away from them fellers, if they give him the chance, an' I'll get mine dusted with a hickory, kase I didn't fetch that canoe up thar.

I jest wish I knowed what to do." Dan, almost ready to cry with vexation and alarm, watched the canoe until it turned into the bayou and passed out of his sight, and then went back to the bench and sat down to think about this new difficulty in which he found himself, and to find a way out of it if he could.

His father would be compelled to hunt up a new hiding-place now--there was no way to prevent that--and in order to leave the island he would probably be forced to swim the bayou, for he would have no time to build a raft.

That would, of course, make him angry, and he never could breathe easily again until he had taken satisfaction out of somebody.


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