"Why, what on earth have you got there, Imp ?"
"This," he said, pointing to the first, "is jam an' ham an' a
piece of bread; this next one is cakes an' sardines, an' this one
is bread-an'-butter that I saved from my tea."
"Quite a collection !" I nodded. "Suppose you tell me what you
mean to do with them."
"Well, they're for my outlaw. You remember the other day I wanted
to play at being outlaws? Well, two days ago, as I was tracking a
base caitiff through the woods with my trusty bow and arrow, I found
a real outlaw in the old boat-house."
"Ah! and what is he like?" I inquired.
"Oh, just like an outlaw - only funny, you know, an' most awfull'
hungry. Are all outlaws always so very hungry, Uncle Dick?"
"I believe they generally are, Imp. And he looks 'funny,' you say?"
"Yes; I mean his clothes are funny - all over marks like little
crosses, only they aren't crosses."
"Like this ?" I inquired; and picking up a piece of stick I drew a
broad-arrow upon the path.
"Yes, just like that !" cried the Imp in a tone of amazement "How
did you know? You're awfull' clever, Uncle Dick!"
"And he is in the old boat-house, is he?" I said, as I picked up
an armful of packages.
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