Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 10, 2025
They slept up there with me I was nearly dead for a drink of water and once during the night Fluss did go down to the pump and bring me a drink, standing over me with that big club in case I should cry out when they took out the gag. "This morning they watched and saw you ride off on Clover.
I'm sorry, but you can not see them to-day." Blosser took out his handkerchief again and mopped his streaming face. Betty, who would be kind to any one in distress, had gone in for a glass of water and brought it out to him. "Thank you, my dear," he murmured gratefully, gulping it down in one long swallow while Fluss shook his head impatiently in answer to Betty's mute interrogation.
"They wouldn't carry those heavy cases a mile unless they meant to leave for good. Let's keep an eye on them, because if they are going to 'work' the Saunders place, I'd like to see how they intend to go about it." For some time the boy and girl tramped in silence, keeping Blosser and Fluss in view. A large billboard, blown flat, was the first sign that they were approaching Tippewa.
"I'll give you five thousand, cash," Mr. Gordon spoke quietly, but Betty bounced about on the sofa in delight. Fluss leaped to his feet and brought his fist smashing down on the table. "Six thousand!" he cried fiercely. "We're buying this farm. We'll give you six thousand dollars, ladies." "Seven thousand," said Mr. Gordon conversationally.
He did not know whether it would be wise to say any more or not; but he could not resist one thrust. "I suppose in time they will sell," he observed carelessly. "The farm is sure to be bought up by some oil company." Blosser and Fluss scowled darkly and looked at Bob with closer attention. "I didn't know the old ladies had a nephew," said Fluss suspiciously.
Betty's cry quite drowned the exclamation of the aunts, but Bob had no eye for any one but Blosser and Fluss, who were making a wild attempt to get past Mr. Gordon. "Have they bought the farm?" demanded the boy excitedly. "Did they get my aunts to sign anything for them?" "I'm your new landlord, Bob," announced Mr. Gordon, patting himself on the chest.
We'll come back and talk to the aunts." Fluss still lingered. His gray eyes appraised Bob keenly and something in their steady, disconcerting stare made Betty uneasy. "What's happened to the town?" demanded Fluss abruptly. "Couldn't find even the oldest inhabitant hanging around the station. Everybody gone to a funeral?" "There's a big oil fire," returned Bob.
Bob wisely concluded to wait with what patience he could until the proper time. He turned to Betty. "You know when we separated to hunt for Daisy?" he said. "Well, I went through the first field all right, but when I was passing those two old apple trees that have grown together, Fluss and Blosser jumped out and one of 'em threw a coat over my head so I couldn't shout.
Fluss had a roll of bills as big as your arm, and I pictured him flashing that and Aunt Hope so anxious to send me to school that she wouldn't leave a margin for herself and Aunt Charity to live on. If I had known that Uncle Dick was coming, I'd have saved myself a heap of worry." "If I had had to telephone to him, it would have been too late," said Betty.
They downed me, and then Fluss stuffed his handkerchief in my mouth while Blosser tied my hands and feet. Daisy was behind the tree. I figured out they had come and got her, and I was mighty glad we had agreed to separate. I don't doubt they would have bound and gagged you, too, Betty, if you had been with me. They wouldn't stop at anything.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking