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"The Yankee?"

"Yes."

"How did he get the whistle?"

"He asked to look at it."

"What does this mean, Stackpole?" asked Fletcher angrily.

"Don't get riled, squire," said Obed imperturbably. "I just wanted to try it,
that's all. I had a whistle once a little like it. When I was workin' for old

Deacon Plummer in New Hampshire--- "

"Confound old Deacon Plummer!" retorted Fletcher impatiently. "Don't you
know I might have you shot for what you've done?"

"Shot for whistling! Well, that beats all I ever heard of. I say, squire, your
laws are stricter than any I ever came across. I didn't think I was doin' any

harm."

"I will overlook it this time, but if you take any such liberty again, I'll have

you tied to a tree and whipped."

"That's better than bein' shot, anyway. I won't do it again, squire. I aint
particularly anxious to get into trouble."

"These Yankees are about as stupid and presuming as any people I ever
met," Fletcher remarked to the comrade who rode beside him. "That fellow

is a nuisance, but I mean to teach him a lesson before twenty-four hours are
over."

Obed and the two boys awaited with anxiety the result of the summons.
The camp was but an eighth of a mile away, but hidden by the trees.

"Will they hear it?" thought Obed.