All together! Everyone! Hurrah for Freckles!"
With flushing cheeks and gleaming eyes, gaily waving the grass above
her head, she led in three cheers and a tiger. Freckles slipped into the
swamp and hid himself, for fear he could not conceal his pride and his
great surging, throbbing love for her.
The Angel subsided on the canvas and explained to McLean about the
maple. The Boss was mightily pleased. He took Freckles and set out to
re-locate and examine the tree. The Angel was interested in the making
of the camp, so she preferred to remain with the men. With her sharp
eyes she was watching every detail of construction; but when it came to
the stretching of the dining-hall canvas she proceeded to take command.
The men were driving the rope-pins, when the Angel arose on the wagon
and, leaning forward, spoke to Duncan, who was directing the work.
"I believe if you will swing that around a few feet farther, you will
find it better, Mr. Duncan," she said. "That way will let the hot sun in
at noon, while the sides will cut off the best breeze.
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