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"
Take
away
my
box
!
"
cried
Cousin
Benedict
,
as
if
it
were
a
question
of
snatching
away
his
heart
.
"
Your
box
and
your
net
,
"
added
Mrs.
Weldon
,
pitilessly
.
"
My
net
,
cousin
!
And
why
not
my
glasses
?
You
will
not
dare
!
No
;
you
will
not
dare
!
"
"
Even
,
your
glasses
,
which
I
forgot
.
I
thank
you
,
Cousin
Benedict
,
for
reminding
me
that
I
have
that
means
of
making
you
blind
,
and
,
in
that
way
,
forcing
you
to
be
wise
.
"
This
triple
menace
had
the
effect
of
making
him
keep
quiet
--
this
unsubmissive
cousin
--
for
about
an
hour
.
Then
he
began
to
go
away
again
,
and
,
as
he
would
do
the
same
,
even
without
net
,
without
box
,
and
without
glasses
,
they
were
obliged
to
let
him
do
as
he
pleased
.
But
Hercules
undertook
to
watch
him
closely
--
which
quite
naturally
became
one
of
his
duties
--
and
it
was
agreed
that
he
would
act
with
Cousin
Benedict
as
the
latter
would
with
an
insect
;
that
is
,
that
he
would
catch
him
,
if
necessary
,
and
bring
him
back
as
delicately
as
the
other
would
with
the
rarest
of
the
lepidopters
.
That
rule
made
,
they
troubled
themselves
no
more
about
Cousin
Benedict
.
The
little
troop
,
it
has
been
seen
,
was
well
armed
,
and
guarded
itself
carefully
.
But
,
as
Harris
repeated
,
there
was
no
encounter
to
fear
except
with
wandering
Indians
,
and
they
would
probably
see
none
.
At
all
events
,
the
precautions
taken
would
suffice
to
keep
them
respectful
.
The
paths
which
wound
across
the
thick
forest
did
not
merit
that
name
.
They
were
rather
the
tracks
of
animals
than
the
tracks
of
men
.
They
could
only
be
followed
with
difficulty
.
So
,
in
fixing
the
average
distance
that
the
little
troop
would
make
in
a
march
of
twelve
hours
at
only
five
or
six
miles
,
Harris
had
calculated
wisely
.
