Harry, with a puzzled
face. "Barron must be away. Will you hold Fleetfoot, Laura, while I go
and see?"
He drew the buggy up near a small log building that had evidently been
used for a stable, and I lay down beside it and watched Miss Laura.
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CHAPTER XXVII
A NEGLECTED STABLE
I had not been on the ground more than a few seconds, before I turned my
eyes from Miss Laura to the log hut. It was deathly quiet, there was not
a sound coming from it, but the air was full of queer smells, and I was
so uneasy that I could not lie still. There was something the matter
with Fleetfoot, too. He was pawing the ground and whinnying, and
looking, not after Mr. Harry, but toward the log building.
"Joe," said Miss Laura, "what is the matter with you and Fleetfoot? Why
don't you stand still? Is there any stranger about?" and she peered out
of the buggy.
I knew there was something wrong somewhere, but I didn't know what it
was; so I stretched myself up on the step of the buggy, and licked her
hand, and barking, to ask her to excuse me, I ran off to the other side
of the log hut.
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