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watching them all the time! I almost 
wish I hadn’t told you.” 
“I don’t,” said Sidney. “I am glad of 
it.” 
“ Because you like to know that you were 
right,” remarked Jack. 
“Partly, and because I like to know 
every thing just as it is. But come, Dick; 
we shall not be home to tea if we don’t 
hurry.” 
“I say, boys, will you bring me some 
books ?” asked Jack. “ I should be so glad; 
and you don’t know how dull it is lying 
here from morning till night.” 
“We will, to-be-sure,” replied Richard, 
—“ as many as you want. I remember when 
my leg was broken I thought I never knew 
the use of a book before.” 
After a little more conversation, the boys 
took their leave, promising to call again 
soon, and carrying the silk-winders with 
them. They found Annie waiting for them 
at the gate, evidently full of impatience to 
tel] them something. 
“ Only think, boys!” she began, almost be¬ 
fore they got within hearing: “a panther 
has been tracked into that very hollow where 
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