She patted Swiss on the head, and pointed
out into the storm.
Not another word was needed. With a bound Swiss went into the snow and
rapidly forward in the direction of the road. Mandy was obliged to close
the door again and resume her place at the window. How her heart beat!
How she watched the dog as he ploughed his way through the drifts? He
must be near the place. Yes, he is scratching and digging down into the
snow. Now the dark form appears once more. Yes, Hiram is on his feet
again and man and dog resume their fight with the elements.
It seemed an age to Mandy, but it was in reality not more than five
minutes, before Hiram and Swiss reached the kitchen door and came into
the room.
"Come out into the back room," said Mandy to Hiram. "I don't want this
snow all over my kitchen floor." So Hiram and Swiss were taken into the
big room and in a short time came back in presentable condition.
"Now, Mr. Maxwell, if you have recovered the use of your tongue, will
you kindly inform me what sent you out in such a storm as this?"
"Well," replied Hiram, "I reckoned I'd git down kinder early in the
mornin' and git back afore dark.
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