"
"That very good idea--save trouble," said Pablo. "And what you do with
cows, suppose no make butter?"
"Keep them, and sell their calves; keep them to entice the wild cattle
into the pen."
"Yes, that good. And turn out old Billy to 'tice ponies into pen,"
continued Pablo, laughing.
"Yes, we will try it."
We must now return to the intendant's house. Oswald delivered the
letter to the intendant, who read it with much astonishment.
"Gone! is he actually gone?" said Mr. Heatherstone.
"Yes, sir, before daylight this morning."
"And why was I not informed of it?" said Mr. Heatherstone; "why have
you been a party to this proceeding, being my servant?--may I inquire
that?"
"I knew Master Edward before I knew you, sir," replied Oswald.
"Then you had better follow him," rejoined the intendant, in an angry
tone.
"Very well, sir," replied Oswald, who quitted the room.
"Good Heaven! how all my plans have been frustrated!" exclaimed the
intendant, when he was alone. He then read the letter over more
carefully than he had done at first. "'Circumstances had occurred of
which no explanation could be given by him.' I do not comprehend that
--I must see Patience."
Mr. Heatherstone opened the door, and called to his daughter.
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