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And there, quite close to the door, stood the queer object that Buster had noticed together with Johnnie Green only a minute before. He wondered now what that strange thing was; for Buster Bumblebee did not know a jug when he saw one. And neither did the workers, nor any other member of the Bumblebee family. "That's the enemy!" cried Buster suddenly, pointing to the jug.
I knew a boy who, from his peculiar energy, was called "Buster" by his playmates, and this rightly supplanted his Christian name. Some travellers tell us that an Indian had no name given him at first, but earned it, and his name was his fame; and among some tribes he acquired a new name with every new exploit.
And whenever anyone mentioned the matter, Buster promptly invited him to come to a party that he intended to give as soon as his new home was ready to move into. "Mrs. Ladybug tells me that I ought to have a house-warming," Buster explained. And though some of his neighbors didn't know what he meant by that, they said "Of course!" and tried to look wise.
After catching his own mount, Bill had bridled Buster, and as soon as the oats were devoured, all five were saddled with little trouble and the boys were quickly on the backs of four of them, Bill leading the pony for his father.
"I suppose if Buster Bumblebee were at this party you'd be glad to talk with him?" "I should say I would!" was the other's answer. "He's my cousin." "What's your name, anyhow?" Buster Inquired. "Joseph Bumble!" "What's the rest of it?" Buster Bumblebee demanded, while the whole company surged around him, so that they might hear. "I refuse to answer!" said Joseph Bumble.
A third shot stopped his bullying forever. "Hurrah! I guess you've got the leader the best of the herd. That other bull was a buster too! You might ha' dropped him, if you'd been in the humor!" bellowed the guide, springing to his legs, and letting out his pent-up wind in a full-blast roar of triumph.
It was not until the next day that Johnnie Green remembered his new pet. And when he went to see him then the honey box was empty. The Carpenter had cut a tunnel through the wall of his prison. Later the Carpenter sent a message to Buster, by little Mrs. Ladybug. "The Carpenter has lost so much time," she told Buster, "that he thinks he will never be able to finish the addition to his house.
But mark me, Buster, there's going to be some changes before the game ends," remarked the other, confidentially. "What makes you say that, Jack?" asked his friend, curiously. "Because those Bellport bulldogs have got blood in their eyes now. The coach has been combing them down, and they're just bound to carry things before them, or die trying. It's going to be hotter than ever, Buster."
In the garden, Nimble-toes showed them how to climb a corn-stalk, peel off the husks and nibble the sweet, white kernels. "Oh, isn't it sweet and juicy!" cried Buster. "Say, Nimble-toes, I'd like to stay here a whole month." "You would grow fatter than ever," laughed Limpy-toes. "But it is delicious."
"Begorra, it's a buster an' no mishtake!" exclaimed Tim Rooney coming off the forecastle as soon as he had seen the other head sails attended to, and setting me free from the lashings with which his whilom tritons had bound my hands and legs. "Sp'ilin' all av our fun, too, Misther Gray-ham, jist whin I wor goin' to shave ye!" I did not regret this, though, I'm sure.
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