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Saves the poor things walking so far to the other railroad 'Policy of friendship... genuine desire' oh mouth-wash!" And, shaking his bold, clever head, he daintily flattened the letter upon the head of the agent. They just intended you should give it out how they wouldn't bother us any more, and then we'd act square. The boys'll sit up late over this joke."
I'll blow in the last cent I've got in the world for the boys, every time, and they know it. They're solider for me than they ever were for anybody. That's how it is. If you stand by the boys, the boys'll stand by you. I'm going to the Assembly for this district, and they ain't nobody can stop me. The boys are just red hot for me.
We'll hold this trial right away. I reckon all the boys'll know about it by this time. I'll go over and get the prisoner. But, hold on! He ain't arrested yet. Who'll serve the warrant? There ain't a soul here to serve a paper. Looks like the court was some rusty, don't it?" "Warrant!" said the Justice, "warrant! You don't need no warrant. Wasn't he seen a-doin' the act?"
"You boys'll stay to dinner," she added, as if glad to change the subject. "We aimed to," said Bud with a grin at his cousins. "We manage pretty well most times, with what we cook, and what Buck Tooth hands out in the grub line. But we sure do like a home-feed once in a while." "Or twice!" added Nort, while Dick nodded his agreement.
By this time Helgerson had come up with the furnace men, a motley crew in all stages of Sunday-morning dishevelment, and armed only as a mob may arm itself at a moment's notice. Caleb, the veteran, looked the squad over with a slow smile gathering the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes. "You boys'll have to make up in f'erceness what-all you're lacking in soldier-looks," he observed mildly.
Pepper, in a whisper, as Phronsie closed her eyes and breathed regularly. "And then will you have your dinner, ma?" "Yes," said Mrs. Pepper, "I don't care if the boys come." "The boys'll never come," said Polly, impatiently; "I don't believe why! here they are now!" "Oh, dear," said Joel, coming in crossly, "I'm so hungry oh butter! where'd you get it? I thought we never should get here!"
For a moment they stood caught up to the seventh heaven, knowing nothing except that they were together, hearing nothing but the beating of their own hearts. Jean was the first to come to herself. "Everyone's gone home. The boys'll think we are lost.... Oh, Biddy, have I done right? Are you sure you want me? Can I make you happy?" "Can you make me happy? My blessed child, what a question!
"Any objection to deputizin' me?" said Scattergood. "Any notion I might help some?" "Glad to have you, Scattergood.... Got to hustle. Most likely the murderer's escapin' this minute." "Um!..." said Scattergood. "Need any catridges or anythin' in the hardware line, Sheriff? Figgerin' on goin' armed, hain't you?" "Dunno but what the boys'll need somethin'. You keep open till I gather 'em here."
Go tell Mandy Calline ter git th' milk-pitcher 'n' go to the cow-pen 'n' fetch some milk fer breakfus. No tellin' when they'll git thoo out there. Then you hurry back 'n' finish fryin' that pan o' pertaters. No need ter 'sturb gra'mammy till breakfus is ready ter put on th' table; 'n' yer pappy 'n' th' boys'll ha' ter wash when they come from th' lot."
Martin, when he had concluded his story; "wonders'll never cease. You must be dead beat. I never heard the like of it. Come into the other room. The boys'll be mad to hear this." "Really, I'd rather not. I haven't any time to lose, and Mr. Mackinnon being away " "Oh, that don't matter. He didn't expect you so soon, but we'll get what you want, though it is Sunday.
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