Part 30 (1/2)

”Perhaps so and perhaps not.”

”Then we will eat it between us. There, you take a bite and I will do the same, and we will keep it up until nothing is left.”

”That _is_ a good arrangement,” replied her parent, smiling at the ingenuity of the affectionate child, and complying with her request.

He took a good mouthful, and she followed. Eva forced the last bit upon her father, who, in spite of himself, was compelled to eat fully two-thirds of the piece, which, after all, was the proper thing to do.

Before the feast was finished Aunt Peggy had another slice ready, which was handed over to Maggie, who walked directly to where Fred G.o.dfrey sat on the log.

”Brother Fred, this is for _you_.”

He consented to share it with her as their parent was doing with little Eva, and of course she complied.

While this scene was going on the Indians were lolling near at hand, smoking their pipes, and exchanging a few guttural grunts. They were all on the ground, evidently in a more patient mood than Jake Golcher, who stood a short distance back from the camp-fire, scowling and angry, that he should be compelled to stand still and see the captives fed, while he was hungry and unable to obtain a mouthful.

Even Habakkuk McEwen was not forgotten, Maggie ministering to his wants, though, of course, she did not alternate the feasting as she did with Fred. Habakkuk asked her to do so, but she refused so pointedly that he did not repeat the request.

”This is interesting,” muttered the angered Tory to himself, as he looked on; ”that pig belongs to us, and we've got to set back and let them rebels swaller it before our eyes. I'll be hanged if I'll stand it.”

He was fast working up to a dangerous point of anger, which was not mollified when he noticed that Aunt Peggy herself now and then placed a large piece in her mouth, after which her jaws worked with great vigor.

”See here, old woman,” he called out, ”that pork don't belong to you, and I reckon it's about time the owner got some.”

He did not approach her, but he looked as savage as a sharpened tomahawk.

Aunt Peggy made no reply and acted as though she heard him not; but, had any one noticed her closely, he would have seen her jaws working more energetically than ever, while her eyes took on a little sharper gleam than before.

She, too, was rapidly reaching an explosive mood, although the particular individual against whom she felt the rising anger failed to take warning.

”She's the worst hag I ever seen,” muttered Jake, glancing askance at her, but still keeping a respectful distance.

The Senecas sat somewhat apart in the same lolling att.i.tudes, and some of them looked as if they antic.i.p.ated what was coming.

A minute later, Aunt Peggy finished another slice, which she asked Maggie to take.

”Thank you, auntie, we have enough,” replied our heroine, Eva saying the same.

”I think I could eat a few pounds more,” remarked Habakkuk, ”but I would prefer to see Mr. Golcher get something. He is a good fellow, and orter been sarved first.”

”If none of you want it, I'll eat it myself,” observed the ancient maiden, who thereupon began disposing of it.

”That's gone about fur enough!” exclaimed Golcher, striding toward her; ”some folks haven't got no gratertude, and I'll teach you--”

As he uttered this threat, or rather partly uttered it, he was at Aunt Peggy's elbow in a wrathful mood. All at once, she whirled about, and sprang at him like a tigress.

”You'll teach me manners, will you? There! Take _that_! and THAT!”

The attack was so unexpected that Golcher threw up his empty hands in a weak way, and lowered his head, closing his eyes and trying to retreat, but she had grasped his long, straggling hair, and it came out by the handfuls.