I might even write a book that would rival Andrew's--yes, and
Mifflin's. And that brought my thoughts to Barbarossa again.
Of all extraordinary people, I thought, he certainly takes the
cake--and then, rounding a bend, I saw him sitting on a rail fence,
with his head shining in the sunlight. My heart gave a sort of jump.
I do believe I was getting fond of the Professor. He was examining
something which he held in his hand.
"You'll get sunstroke," I said. "Here's your cap." And I pulled it
out of my pocket and tossed it to him.
"Thanks," he said, as cool as you please. "And here's your
horse-shoe. Fair exchange!"
I burst out laughing, and he looked disconcerted, as I hoped he
would.
"I thought you'd be in Brooklyn by now," I said, "at 600 Abingdon
Avenue, laying out Chapter One. What do you mean by following me
this way? You nearly frightened me to death last night. I felt like
one of Fenimore Cooper's heroines, shut up in the blockhouse while
the redskins prowled about."
He flushed and looked very uncomfortable.
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