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“
I
don
’
t
know
,
”
said
Freckles
.
“
Well
,
but
I
want
to
know
!
”
said
the
Angel
.
“
No
one
came
away
here
and
cut
it
for
fun
.
They
’
ve
taken
it
away
.
Let
’
s
go
back
and
see
if
we
can
see
it
anywhere
around
there
.
”
She
turned
,
retraced
her
footsteps
,
and
began
eagerly
searching
.
Freckles
did
the
same
.
“
There
it
is
!
”
he
exclaimed
at
last
,
“
leaning
against
the
trunk
of
that
big
maple
.
”
“
Yes
,
and
leaning
there
has
killed
a
patch
of
dried
bark
,
”
said
the
Angel
.
“
See
how
dried
it
appears
?
”
Freckles
stared
at
her
.
“
Angel
!
”
he
shouted
,
“
I
bet
you
it
’
s
a
marked
tree
!
”
“
Course
it
is
!
”
cried
the
Angel
.
“
No
one
would
cut
that
sapling
and
carry
it
away
there
and
lean
it
up
for
nothing
.
I
’
ll
tell
you
!
This
is
one
of
Jack
’
s
marked
trees
.
He
’
s
climbed
up
there
above
anyone
’
s
head
,
peeled
the
bark
,
and
cut
into
the
grain
enough
to
be
sure
.
Then
he
’
s
laid
the
bark
back
and
fastened
it
with
that
pole
to
mark
it
.
You
see
,
there
’
re
a
lot
of
other
big
maples
close
around
it
.
Can
you
climb
to
that
place
?
”
“
Yes
,
”
said
Freckles
;
“
if
I
take
off
my
wading
-
boots
I
can
.
”
