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Updated: May 2, 2025
"And this here's the same feller I had locked up in the smoke house," exclaimed one of Bug's captors. "I'll bet he don't steal any more chickens for a while." Ned stood pale and agitated before his accuser quite at a loss for words to explain. "I'm sorry for you," resumed Hocker, "but I must do my duty an' hand you over to constable Jeffries. Where are the rest of your party?"
Even Bug's conversion was rather a high price to pay for the fright and indignities they had endured at the hands of Mr. Dude Moxley. They remembered also that the burning of the mill was indirectly due to Randy's foolish shot. The certain prospect of the insurance money effectively silenced any resentment that Mr. Zinn might otherwise have felt toward the boys.
"I have nothing agin him personally, and I hope he'll take warning by this affair and keep out of bad company." He turned around and quickly removed Bug's handcuffs. "You're a free man now," he said. "See that you stay free and justify the clemency of the law by leadin' a respectable life in future." Bug was dazed at first by the unexpected transition from despair to hope.
I don't doubt that he's really been trying to get you chaps out of a scrape though, and I promise you he'll get full credit for it. Meanwhile we'd better make sure of him just as a matter of form, you know." He nodded to Jeffries and the latter slipped a pair of bracelets on Bug's wrists. Ned was surprised and indignant. He saw no reason for such a step.
I have funds in trust for Bug Buler, and I come to ask you to take his legal guardianship for me." And then he told his own life story. "So the heroism shifts to you as well. I can picture the cost to a man like yourself," the Dean said. "Have you no record of Bug's father and mother?" "None but the record given by Dr. Wream. They are dead," Burleigh replied.
That was the bitter blow to Mr. Burrowes. Had this lapse into the unscientific primitive happened in a regular fight, he might have mourned and poured reproof into Bug's ear when he got him back in his corner at the end of the round; but he would not have experienced this feeling of helpless horror the sort of horror an elder of the church might feel if he saw his favourite bishop yielding in public to the fascination of jazz.
At the same time, the cripple caught sight of a revolver handle in a belt under the shabby coat. Trust a college boy for headwork. Instantly he seized little Bug by the shoulders and set him up on the shelf between the window and the money box. Bug's hair was a mop of soft ringlets, and his brown eyes and innocent baby face were appealing.
There must be magic in the world yet, if a beetle can speak; and if there is such a thing as magic we may get water from the well. The pump I bought to use in the well which proved to be dry is now lying in the barn, and the only expense in following the talking bug's advice will be the labor of digging the hole. Labor I am used to; so I will dig the well."
Vic staid his hand at the words. The few minutes of this mad-beast duel had made him forget the sound of human voices. He half lifted himself from Gresh's body at Bug's cry. And Bug, wise beyond his years, quaint-minded little Bug, said, softly: "Fordive us our debts as we fordive our debtors."
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