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Miss Margaret!" began the minister, with a commandatory gesture for her to stop. Margaret was the picture of haughtiness as she turned and said, "Miss Earle, if you please!" "Um! Ah! Why, certainly, Miss ah Earle, if you wish it. Will you kindly remain here for a moment? I wish to speak with you. Bud, you may go on."
"It doesn't take even as much as a blaze like this to start a stampede," said Bud, as he and his cousins rode nearer to the burning grass, They could feel the heat of it, now. "It's queer how frightened animals are of fire," went on the rancher's son.
Mike Sikoria had last been seen by Hal from the window of the North Valley jail, when he had been distributing the copies of Hal's signature, and Bud Adams had taken him in charge. The mine-guard had marched him into a shed in back of the power-house, where he had found Kauser and Kalovac, two other fellows who had been arrested while helping in the distribution.
"Just a moment, please. I'll look in his date book to see if there's been a mistake." A minute later her voice came over the line again. "I'm terribly sorry, Mr. Swift, but your name isn't listed anywhere on Lester's schedule." The others saw from Tom's face as he hung up that something was wrong. "What gives?" Bud asked anxiously. "No music for one thing." Tom reported what Mrs.
It shot through my brain like an arrow. I turned and seized Le Claire by the hand. "O'mie's not dead," I cried. "He's alive somewhere, and I'm going to find him." "You bet your life he'th not dead," Bud Anderson echoed me. "Come on." The boys with Le Claire started in a body through the crowd; a shout went up, a sudden determination that O'mie must be alive seemed to possess Springvale.
The prisoner's dull face showed some signs of apprehension when the name of his purchaser was pronounced, and he shambled away uneasily under the constable's vigilant eye. "The case of the State against Bud Johnson is next in order. Bring in the prisoner." The constable brought in the prisoner, handcuffed, and placed him in front of the Justice's desk, where he remained standing.
Bud finally came to the conclusion that the animal half hidden in the shadow of the bushes was a man, and that the latter's interest was centered in "Captain" Howard, whom he doubtless believed to be held prisoner within the four canvas walls of the tent. "I bet he's one of those four men that took Hal and me and marooned us on that other island," the boy mused.
Honey was still groping her way lumpily through the Blue Danube Waltz, and Bud stood so that he could look out through the white-curtained window over the kitchen table and make sure that no one approached the house unseen. "Here are some mushrooms," he said guardedly, lest his voice should carry to Honey. "They're just an excuse. Far as I'm concerned you can feed them to the hogs.
"I only hope some town girl won't catch him like your mother did William," said Aunt Mary, with a laugh that ended in a little sigh that only I heard. Somehow I will feel psychically akin to Bud and Polly. "Town girls are all movie-struck and don't want a man if a butter-paddle goes along with him," said Bud, with a laugh that was echoed from the overalled group.
If they were Shoop recalled the friendly shooting contest with High-Chin Bob. If High Chin were riding the country, doubtless he would be headed south. But if he should happen to cross Shoop's trail by accident Bud shook his head. He would not look for trouble, but if it came his way it would bump into something solid. Shoop had buckled on his gun before leaving Jason.
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