It seemed to
Westerfelt that the blood in his veins stopped at the sight of the
couple sitting so close together.
"Can you see who's behind us?" asked Jennie, mischievously. "It's
undoubtedly a case; they've been connoodlin' all the way an' didn't
even have the politeness to speak to us as we passed 'em in the big
road."
Westerfelt pretended not to hear. Old Wambush's wagon had started.
The camp-ground was soon reached. As Westerfelt was hitching his horse
to a tree, he could not help seeing Bates and Harriet in the bushes not
far away. Bates was taking his horse out of the shafts and looping up
the traces, and she stood looking on. Westerfelt knew that Jake or
Washburn would attend to his horse, so he walked on to the spot where
the service was to be held.
The camp-ground was in a level grove of pine-trees, between two steep
hills. A space had been cleared in the centre of the grove and a long
shed built. It was open at the sides and at one end, and filled with
benches without backs. Straw was strewn in the aisles and between the
benches. There was a platform at the closed end of the shed, and on it
sat a number of preachers and elders of the church.
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