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The raft was left far behind and the marksmen were put out of range with surprising ease. Fifteen minutes later the skiff shot across the river and up to the landing of Bracken's boathouse, while a mile back in the brush Anderson Crow and his men were wrathfully scrambling in pursuit. "Hey, Bracken! Jimmy!" shouted Jack Barnes, jumping out upon the little wharf.
"Why, good Gosh a'mighty, didn't I purty near run my legs off to git there in time to throw down the barricade before they could get there with Mr. Bracken's automobile? Thunderation! What a fool question!" Bill Briggs Tells a Tale Tinkletown fairly bubbled with excitement. At last the eyes of the world were upon it.
You can never scramble through all this brush to Bracken's place; it's all I can do. Look at my arms! They are scratched to " "Oh, dear! It's dreadful, Jack. You poor fellow, let me " "We haven't time, dearest. By thunder, I wouldn't have those Rubes head us off now for the whole county. The jays! How could they have found us out?" "Some one must have told."
"I put her on the shelf in Mrs. Bracken's kitchen and she she disappeared!" "Cats," suggested Mr. Strahan with a very knowing glance for Miss Carter. Mary Rose shook her head. "Cats aren't allowed here. It was a dumbwaiter, Mrs. Bracken said." Her voice was filled with anguish. How hateful city life was! "Oh! I thought it was the milkman."
"Nonsense!" he said when the story was clear to him. "She's locked herself in somewhere as she did once before." He had heard of the time the wind had slammed Mrs. Bracken's door and shut Mary Rose inside. "She's fallen asleep." "We've been in every flat but yours," Larry Donovan told him dully. "Everyone but mine?" repeated Mr. Wells. "Well, she wouldn't go there."
Paulovitch has to find clothes and bread for. It's a good deal for one woman she said and I think it is, too. And right across the hall from the Paulovitch's, just like across the hall from Mrs. Bracken's to Mrs. Schuneman's, lives John Kalich. He's a messenger boy and his sister Becky's been in bed for seven years. She's nine now and Johnny's crazy about her.
I arrested him the same day." "Arrested John Barnes?" in amazement. "Yep fer murder only he wasn't the murderer. We follered him down the river him an' the girl to Bracken's place, but they were married afore we got there. Doggone, that was a busy day! Some blamed good detective work was did, too. "And Mr. Barnes was interested in Rosalie?" asked Bonner suddenly.
But I thought, Aunt Kate, that since George Washington's supporting himself and I haven't spent the money I earned washing Mrs. Bracken's dishes and playing with the squirrels with Grandma Johnson I'd buy a bird for Becky for her very own. I'm going to let her keep Jenny Lind until then. It seems as if I was always lending Jenny Lind, doesn't it?
They could see that he was thinking of her, and often he would stop before the picture and look at it and fall into a reverie. "It seems to me but yesterday," he said, "since I left her and went off to the war. She is not to know that I am here not yet. You must hide me if she runs in," he smiled. "I must see her first in my own way." He noticed Jack Bracken's cot by his bedside and smiled.
"It's lucky for me that they caught him," said Barnes as the herd of prisoners moved off toward the string of boats tied to Mr. Bracken's wharf. "Come off!" exclaimed Squires, the reporter, scornfully. "We're onto you, all right, all right." "What! Do you think I'm the man who well, holy mackerel! Say, you gravestones, don't you ever hear any news out here? Wake up!
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