Marston seized it, and pushing his horse close up, vaulted nimbly off
and alighted on Charlie's back behind his friend.
"Off ye go, Dick! I'll take ye to yer mother."
Without reply, Dick shook the reins, and in another minute was in the
midst of the hunters.
To the numberless questions that were put to him he only waited to
shout aloud, "We're all safe! They'll tell ye all about it," he added,
pointing to his comrades, who were now close at hand; and then,
dashing onward, made straight for home, with little Marston clinging
to his waist like a monkey.
Charlie was fresh, and so was Crusoe, so you may be sure it was not
long before they all drew up opposite the door of the widow's cottage.
Before Dick could dismount, Marston had slipped off, and was already
in the kitchen.
"Here's Dick, mother!"
The boy was an orphan, and loved the widow so much that he had come at
last to call her mother.
Before another word could be uttered, Dick Varley was in the room.
Marston immediately stepped out and softly shut the door.
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