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That was enough for Cully. He had his man. The lie had betrayed him. Without a word he jerked the cowardly boy from the ground, and marched him straight into the kitchen: "Say, Carl, I got de fire-bug. Ye kin smell der ker'sene on his clo'es."
I suppose it is quite safe to conclude that that fire-bug is in holy orders. Close to the cremation-ground stand a few time-worn stones which are remembrances of the suttee. Each has a rough carving upon it, representing a man and a woman standing or walking hand in hand, and marks the spot where a widow went to her death by fire in the days when the suttee flourished. Mr.
Ruth and Helen one day rescued the girl from the midst of a mob of larger girls who were driving Amy Gregg almost mad by taunting her with being a "fire bug." "What are you wild animals doing?" demanded Helen, who was much sharper with the evil doers among the under classes than was Ruth. "So she's a 'fire-bug? Oh, girls! what better are you than poor little Gregg, I'd like to know?
I am not wishing any hard work on the scouts for this glorious summer, but I feel, I instinctively feel, as Julia says, there is something queer to curiosity in the fire-bug business. Also, I have found my old Jack Tar friend, that I promised myself when we came down. And he is captain of the Life Saving Station just as I planned.
The immediate manner of Uncle Martin not less than his subdued garb of gray, his dark gloves and his somber stick, intimated that he saw nothing to bubble about. "He has burned his bridges behind him." The speaker looked as grim as any bachelor-by-choice ever may. "Regular little fire-bug," blithely responded Mr. Evans, moderating his stride to that of the other.
She is a regular 'fire-bug'. She was adopted by a German couple, and one night, when the old farmer had come home with the money paid him for his sheep and hogs, she stole the last cent he had, pocketed all the oold frau's silver spoons, poured kerosene around the floor, set fire to the house in several places, locked the door and ran for her life.
She drew a purse from the very bottom of the satchel, and looked around before she opened it. "Now wait," she said again, biting her thin lips. Then she pulled out a piece of yellow paper from a rusty leather purse. "Our fire-bug threat," exclaimed Louise. "How did you get that?" "I wanted to tell you long ago, I was the Weasle, but it wasn't all my fault.
"And having decided to organize the Sea Gulls," Louise remarked, "I think this would be a particularly appropriate place to hold our initiations." "But I thought Cleo had formed a pirate's league?" teased Grace. "Suppose our Captain Kidd fire-bug discovers who set off the beach barrel fuse, and comes around for vengeance some night?
How often is he mentioned except as a warning? His best record is that he served to point a moral as 'Macedonian's madman. He made a figure, it is true, in Dryden's great Ode, but what kind of a figure? He got drunk, in very bad company, too, and then turned fire-bug. He had one redeeming point, he did value his Homer, and slept with the Iliad under his pillow.
"There's plenty of yellow paper," replied Grace, "but of course he might be our fire-bug. He looked sort of unconscious." "Didn't notice you looking at him, that was queer," teased Louise. "Oh, I think I saw your gray eyes rolling over in his corner," fired back Grace. "Not even the entire volley brought him to his senses," put in Cleo, "for I must admit I was looking over his way myself."
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