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"No, sir, I live with my cousin John Shadrack's widder." "Ah!" I cried. "It's plain now, Tip, you deceiver. So there's the attraction." "The attraction?" Tip's brow was furrowed. "Mrs. John Shadrack," I said. The fugitive broke into a loud guffaw. He leaned over the gate and let his pipe fall on the other side and beat the post violently with his hands.

"Hot coffee, a plate full of stew, bread...." "Don't talk about it," begged Tom. "Fried eggs and ham," continued Shadrack. "We'll put you down and feed you mud, if you say another word. Won't we, Wilson!" "If we don't starve to death first," Wilson replied. "Good-by, food," Shadrack wailed again.

By standing on the edge of the wagon box, Tom could reach the floor. He pulled himself up and struggled inside. Then he helped Shadrack and Wilson to come after him. "Whew!" breathed Shadrack. "Just like home." He chuckled. "It does me good to hear that laugh again," said Tom. He gave Shadrack a dig in the ribs. "I don't suppose you're hungry, are you?"

"Yes. We'd better get back to the tender." "I would have fallen off, if you hadn't closed that door. I'm still dizzy." Tom looked ahead and saw the bridge. "Come on, Shadrack," he said. "We have to get forward. On your hands and knees." He, too, was so dizzy that he could not trust himself to walk upright. Together they crawled forward over the hot roof. Beneath them the flames crackled.

"I think you'd better do the talking for us," suggested Tom to Wilson. "We'll just agree to what you say." "Now, that's a good idea!" exclaimed Shadrack. "We'll just nod our heads an' say, 'That's right! I'll not say a word after this." A half-hour passed before the farmer returned. Without speaking, he took off his boots and coat, and lay down on his bed.

"And finally," said Wilson, "I got down on my stomach and held to his wrists, while Shadrack sat on the other side and balanced us." "I came mighty near going overboard myself, then," added Shadrack. It was a good yarn, and they enlarged upon it. "And so you're going to enlist, eh?" asked the Judge finally. "Yes," answered Wilson. "We thought that Chattanooga would be a good place for us.

P. Bradford while Belinda Randall played and sang. Isaac brings you this, and will himself best tell you of himself. Burrill is well, and unites with me in remembrance to all who remember. Your friend, CONCORD, June 26th, 1844. These are Tophetic times. I doubt if the sturdy faith of those heroes, Shadrack and co., would carry them through this fervor unliquefied.

The lion had stopped sneezing and was roaring and jumping up and down, with his mouth open, trying to catch his breath, like a man who has taken too big a dose of fresh horse-radish. Pa said: "What have you been doing to Shadrack?" I told pa I had woke Shadrack up, and that in about a minute he would find that the whole animal kingdom had got a bellyful, and would join in the chorus.

Tom swung out around the end of the car and found Shadrack on the ladder, climbing and fighting the waves of smoke which drifted back upon him, enveloping him, from the side door. He was dragging himself wearily from one rung to another. "Can you get up?" Tom asked. Shadrack gasped and shook his head. "Hold on tight! Just hold there!"

He grabbed a log from the tender and went to the fire-box, thrusting one end into the blaze. "I'll have to pass the fire back to them," he explained to Andrews. "The wood is too wet." When the end of the log was blazing, he pulled it out and raced back to Shadrack. The wind and the rain extinguished the flames, but he hurried forward again determinedly.