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And the lamp made Beany's head hot, and he took the funny thin paper we found over to the swimmin' hole and made a sort of shade of it. And when we had our letter done, Beany went to take down the shade and, honest to gosh, boys, it was all written on! Wouldn't that frost you? I s'pose you think we're lyin'; but it's true. All writin' on two sides!" "What did you do with it then?" demanded Wugs.

But almost before he could take his flashing aim, an unearthly screech volleyed from the Potter twins, and from Beany's good left hand a cobble whizzed through the air, and struck the assassin's shoulder. It destroyed his aim. The bullet went wild, and before he could recover, the Colonel had whirled.

"Wait till you get to it, can't you?" said the other twin, glaring fiercely at himself, or so it seemed to the boys watching. "We ain't come to that. But we seen the coat all right. Well, we got on our wheels and started home." "I had the paper in my pocket," interrupted Beany. "Yes," said Porky simply. "Beany's pants was new.

Oct. 22, 186- brite and fair and most as hot as summer. that was prety mean of old Putty. Oct. 23. Mary Watson, Beany's sister and Mary Straton whose father chased me and Beany when we broke the gaslite, can run faster then enny of the fellers xcept Tomtit and Arthur Francis.

"I suppose you didn't see anything," said Beany, scanning the level sea. "Come on down to dinner." "All right," agreed Porky. He turned from the rail with a last glance seaward. He seized his brother and whirled him about. "Look! Look!" he cried. "There it is again, straight ahead! What's that?" Beany's keen eyes swept the sea in a lightning glance.

"Did he threaten you many times?" asked the Colonel. "Yes, sir, a lot; but we got so we didn't mind much except the time he did for Heinrich. Then we sort of felt as though it was getting personal, as you might say. Oh, I'm glad to be out of it!" The ship's doctor stepped up to Porky and felt his pulse. "Just a trifle under par yet," he said, arranging Beany's bandages.

"Great Scott!" said the driver, peering into the taxi, where the electric light shone on the huddled figure in Beany's arms. A slight, boyish figure came running along the walk. It was Porky, out of breath, and excited. "I thought you would have him safe in a hospital," he complained. "He wouldn't let us," said Hen. "Say, I guess there's, no hope of saving that kid!

Like a flash his hands came down, he seized the boy and clutching him in a vise-like grip, held him before him as a shield. "Shoot if you like," he sneered, and backed rapidly toward the door. Hen followed, the useless pistol still pointed, but Beany's body covered the Wolf who, with the strength of ten, held Beany before him as he neared the door that would mean escape, and safety.

Pewt and Beany's fathers painted it and so they go there. i don't know why we go there xcept because they don't have any church in the afternoon. Nipper Brown and Micky Gould go there. we all went into the same class. our teacher is Mister Winsor a student. we call them stewdcats. after we had said our lesson we all skinned out with Mr.

"Yes, sir, he keeled right over and gosh, how he did flop around! It was a fit all right. I bet he died, too, because he went limp all at once. He acted like he'd seen a ghost. He yelled, 'What did you give him? to the other fellow. What did he call him?" he asked Beany. "I heard him call some name." Porky's elbow went sharply into Beany's ribs.