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"You certain earned it, if anybody ever did work for what they got!" avowed Bobolink, positively. "Oh! w-w-why wasn't it m-m-me?" wailed Bluff, in pretended grief. "Say, do you think you could have nailed that runaway horse, with such an impediment twisting you up?" demanded Bobolink, grinning.
"W-w-why yes," he said, affecting a distressing stutter; "this kind of b-b-bonfire is a hobby of m-mine; it's about my only r-r-recreation. M-m-my name? Certainly. My name's William bub-bub-Barracombe, and you'll find me in, any day between t-ten and f-five, at 532 mum-mum-Mincing Lane."
"Think you see a ghost; or was it a 'coon whisked past, smelling our fine spread here? Speak up, can't you, and tell us?" Toby managed to find his tongue, and as usual when excited made quite a mess of his explanation. "W-w-why, y-y-you s-s-see, I t-that is, there's s-s-somebody oh! look for yourselves and you'll understand quicker'n I c'n tell you!"
"Ah! thin, it's little ye know th-the j-j-jewel ye're th-throwin' away." "What can you do?" asked the robber, while a slight smile played on his disfigured face. "What c-can I not do? ye should ax. W-w-why, I can c-c-c-cook, an' f-f-fight, an' d-dance, an' t-t-tell stories, an' s-s-sing an' " "There, that'll do.
"W-w-why," burst out Toby just then, "who wouldn't have to s-s-snicker when he had a w-w-whole lot of relations with such f-f-funny names! It'd make me grin from ear to ear every time I h-h-happened to think of 'em. You're the greatest hand to s-s-suspect anybody I ever s-s-saw, Bandy-legs.
The newcomer drew himself up haughtily, and his small mustache seemed to shed sparks of indignation. Abe stopped short in hurt astonishment. "Is th-there a-anything the matter?" he faltered. "Is there anything the matter!" Mr. Hahn roared. "Is there anything the matter! That's a fine question for you to ask." "W-w-why?" Abe stuttered. "Ain't everything all right?" Mr.
Said Rae is about forty years old, stoutly built, and five feet eight inches in height. Has smooth face, red hair, and walks with a limp. James Robinson, Sheriff." "W-w-why, t-t-that must be M-M-Monkey Rae's father," stammered Pepper when Jack had finished reading. "I knew he was away somewhere, but I didn't know he was in prison."
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