"
"Oh, Mr. Brewster! Isn't that exactly what I said to you before, when
you hushed me up!" declared Eleanor, delighted over her romantic
vision.
"I hushed you up because you went on weaving stuff that dreams are made
of--not because you hinted that this youth might be Montresor's son,"
corrected Sam Brewster.
The others laughed at Eleanor, and as they rode past the Cliffs, now
glimmering faintly in the rays of the new moon rising over the edge of
the old crater, Polly said with a sigh:
"Thank goodness, we are almost home in time for supper."
The materialistic craving in Polly for a good meal was so different
from Eleanor's dreams of romance for her friend that the two elder
Brewsters felt relieved to hear the exclamation. Soon afterwards, the
riders drew rein at the porch where Jeb was awaiting the return of the
party.
"Wall, did you-all find out if the mine was the same as Old Man
Montresor's claim?" asked Jeb, eagerly, as they dismounted.
"What's that, Jeb?" asked Sam Brewster, frowningly.
"Why, Sary says you-all went to Oak Crick to file papers and make sure
that Montresor's claim is the same mine like Polly discovered up on the
Trail. Ain't it so?" wondered Jeb, curiously.
The two elder Brewsters exchanged glances, and the girls had to laugh
at having been completely fooled by clever Sary Dodd. Then Mr. Brewster
thought best to make a clean breast of the entire matter.
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