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He looked back, and, encountering Vandecar's eyes, made appeal to him. "Cronk," the governor said, "do you believe that I am your friend?" The squatter flung about, facing the other. "Yep," he answered slowly, "I know ye be my friend. If ye'll let me walk with my hand in yer'n, I'll go." He said it simply, as a child to a parent. He held out his crooked fingers, and Vandecar seized them.
The year following Flea's and Flukey's fourteenth birthday the boy was taken into his foster-father's trade of thieving. At first he was allowed only to enter the houses and deftly unbar the door for an easier egress for Eli Cronk and Lem Crabbe. Later he was commanded to snatch up anything of value he could.
His first act was to send a large check to Joey Noakes. This was followed by numerous encouraging letters to Dick Cronk, in each of which he openly pledged himself to do all in his power to help him in his great trouble. Dick's replies were characteristic.
Banishing a desire to fell the other to the floor and then choke the secret from him, he decided to ply all the craft of his profession, and draw the knowledge from Brimbecomb by a series of pertinent queries. "May I see the communication you have received from Cronk?"
Slip on yer pants, and don't wake Granny Cronk nor Pappy Lon!" If it had not been that the boy pressed his fingers on the blanket, Flea would have wondered if her brother had heard. The lithe form had crept back to the ladder and had disappeared before Flukey slipped quietly from his bed and drew on the blue-jeans overalls.
"I found a note under the door this morning, David, left there mysterious-like during the night. It was left by the fairies, I daresay, although the 'and-writing was scarcely wot you'd call dainty." Joey pulled a knowing wink. "Dick Cronk," announced David. "He came up with me. Braddock is in the city, Joey." "Sit down in that chair by the winder, David. So! Wot a 'andsome chap you've got to be!
"Hi, there!" cried a warning voice, and Cronk started back just in time to escape a blazing wall that fell across the street. The stupefied man he had sought to arouse was hopelessly buried. Cronk, having got out of danger, stood and scratched his head, his favorite way of assisting reflection. "That's just what that young critter Fleet meant. What a cussed ole mule I was to kick up so!
She would not allow him to break that promise, however much he demanded of her. Cronk spoke again: "Ye'd better take off yer things and set down, Flea 'cause ye ain't goin' back." She made no move to obey him. "Yes, I'm goin' back to Flukey," she said, "even if you make me come here again. I haven't left any letter for him.
But he felt the blood come up to his hair as he promised; for it seemed almost impossible to approach the girl with a matter so personal. For the present, he dismissed the thought. "What about the names, Ann?" he asked. "As you wish, Dear; Fledra doesn't care." From that moment, the boy, struggling with fever, and the gray-eyed girl, so like him, were called Floyd and Fledra Cronk.
"What is likely to happen, Joey?" "Well," said he, "girls do get married." "You don't mean to say Ruby's going to be married!" David's thoughts ran to Dick Cronk, although he knew there was no possible chance for him. "Well, there's a chap mighty attentive to 'er these days. You never can tell. She's a 'ansome girl and but I daresay it's best not to count chickens before they're 'atched.
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