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She only said : `` Just do what you think best , and do n't name it to me again , please . '' Then , as both boys looked wonderingly at her , she added haltingly , `` I 've got enough to werry over -- with a sick man here on my hands , an ' Uncle Jep gone . '' She went to her room . When at midnight she slipped down as of custom to see how all fared in the sick-room , she found the patient sleeping quietly , and Andy ready for the trip across the Gulch . The boys were going unarmed ; they felt no fear of treachery on Blatch 's part -- it could profit him nothing to injure either of them in so public a way , and indeed he had never shown them any ill-will . His Own Trap `` I reckon that 'll about do for you , my pretty young men , '' remarked Blatchley Turrentine as he put the last knot in the line with which he was securing Andy to a splint-bottomed chair . His concluding words were the refrain of a familiar old ballad , and he continued to hum this as he straightened up and set his hands on his hips , regarding the twins through wickedly narrowed eyes .