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"Well, I should say so!" cried Mary V's thin, indignant voice in his ear. "How perfectly idiotic! I didn't want you to go, anyway. Now you'll come back to the ranch, won't you, Johnny?" The voice had turned wheedling. "We can have the duckiest times, flying around! Dad'll give you a tremendously good " "You seem to forget I owe your dad three or four thousand dollars," Johnny cut in.
"You'll be comin' along with me," suggested Toby. "Dad'll be knowin' what to do." "But the boat has gone! How can I get home?" Charley almost sobbed, quite beside himself with despair and terror. "Don't be takin' on like that now!" Toby placed his hand soothingly upon Charley's arm. "Dad says a man can get out of most fixes, and he keeps his head and don't get scared. Dad knows.
"The Colonel," she interrupted. Then, half resentfully, "Did the women folk send any word?" He was mildly surprised. "N-n-no," he answered, "they didn't, but " She laughed, and picked up the reins. "Well, dad'll never leave this quarter," she said decisively, "if that's what the Colonel wants." The evangelist shook his head. "'Thou dwellest in the midst of a rebellious house," he quoted sadly.
Then a fishing net that needed repairs was made ready to lash upon the komatik with the load in the morning, the dogs were fed, and they settled for a cozy evening while they talked over their adventures, and Charley's new rifle. "'Tis the finest shootin' rifle I ever sees," declared Toby, adding wistfully: "I wishes I had one like she. Maybe with the silver fox Dad'll be lettin' me have un."
Everybody believes Mart is a hoss thief an' sheep-stealer an' all that, but he hain't ever been caught at it. He's purty thick with Barry Lapelle. Moll Hawk sez her dad'll kill her if he ever finds out she come to me with this story. Seems that Barry an' Violy are calculatin' on gettin' married an' the old woman objects.
"Maybe Dad'll make a hundred, or a hundred and twenty-five dollars. Sometimes tomatoes run as high as thirty dollars an acre around here." "Wait and see," said Hiram, laughing. "It is going to cost me more to raise my crop, and market it, that's true. But if your father doesn't do better with his five acres than you say, I'll beat him." "You can't do it, Hiram," cried Henry.
"I guess dad'll make you stand round when he gits you into the poor-house." "Don't you consider me capable of earning my own living, Squire Pope?" asked Philip. "Ahem! Yes, you will be one of these days. You won't have to stay in the almshouse all your life." "You'll have a chance to earn your livin' with me." said Mr. Tucker. "I shall give you something to do, you may depend."
There was more than a touch of impatience in Jerry's voice. "They're watching this side, that's sure; and they know we're bound to figure on either Watertown or Chester. We'll fool them. I'll swim across to the other side, reach a telephone, get my dad, who's at Corliss these days on business. There's a Standard Oil tank at Corliss. Dad'll start the gas out inside of twenty minutes "
"Their dad'll drive 'em over to Blackton's early, and you can go, too," said Aunt Kate. "That is, if you don't mind getting up right promptly in the morning?" "Oh, I don't mind that," Nan declared. "I'm used to getting up early."
The older man nodded approval and the three boys filed out, closing the door behind them. Simultaneously each drew a long breath of relief. Bob was the first to speak. "Dad'll get it out of him," he said "I'm hungry," said Frank plaintively. At that moment, Gabby Pete poked his head from the doorway of the kitchen. Seeing the boys, he called: "Come an' git it."
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