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A telephone pole on the crest stretched out spectral arms and leaned away. And then darkness again. Joe decided he had better tell Zeke the object of their mission. It really didn't matter much, but then he wanted to talk. "Do you reckon Mr. Bushrod's in Fillmore, Zeke?" he began, trying to make it as conversational as possible. "I dunno. Mist' Joe. He might could." This offered no encouragement.

"I want to wring your neck jest like a chicken's. What'd you do with her picture and letters?" Si thrust his hand unceremoniously into Bushrod's pocket and found the ambrotype of Annabel. "What'd you do with them letters?" Si demanded fiercely. "Ike has 'em," said Bushrod. "You've got my shoes on, you brindle whelp," said Shorty, giving him a cuff in bitter remembrance of his own smarting feet.

Channing is a dear, and Hope has done her full duty, but it's something of a strain to dwell in the tents of the wealthy. I'm so glad we're not wealthy, mother. There are hundreds of things I'd like money for, but I've gotten to be as afraid of it as I am of potato-bugs when the plants are well up. It has a way of making you think things that aren't so. I do hope Uncle Bushrod's cold is better.

The hour of the night, the stealthy visit to the vault, the satchel brought forth full and with expedition and silence, the prowler's rough dress, his solicitous reading of the clock, and noiseless departure what else could it mean? And then to the turmoil of Uncle Bushrod's thoughts came the corroborating recollection of preceding events Mr.

It meant less to retract. Joe thought another moment. "Take me," he said suddenly, "to the place where you get the business." There he might find a connecting link in his chain, he felt growingly certain. "Oveh to Mist' Bushrod's?" The inflection was perfectly naïve. "No. Of course not out where you get it. Over to Fillmore or wherever it is."