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The little boy who had given the alarm was the centre of a throng of lads who gazed with envy and awe, discovering in him a new quality. He held forth to them eloquently. The women stared after the figure of the major and old Peter, his pursuer. Jerozel Bronson, a half-witted lad who comprehended nothing save an occasional genial word, leaned against the fence and grinned like a skull.

You're a man, an' if he should chase us, why, you mus' pitch inteh 'im. Hey?" Bronson always obeyed everybody. He grinned an assent, and went with her down the road. A little boy attempted to follow them, but a shrill scream from his mother made him halt. The remaining women stood motionless, their eyes fixed upon Mrs. Goodwin and Jerozel.

The insects in the meadow continued their monotonous humming, and, somewhere, a hen had been stricken with fear and was cackling loudly. Finally, Mrs. Goodwin said, "Well, I'm goin' up to th' turn a' th' road, anyhow." Mrs. Willets and Mrs. Joe Petersen, her particular friends, cried out at this temerity, but she said, "Well, I'm goin', anyhow." She called Bronson. "Come on, Jerozel.

The little boy who had given the alarm was the centre of a throng of lads who gazed with envy and awe, discovering in him a new quality. He held forth to them eloquently. The women stared after the figure of the major and old Peter, his pursuer. Jerozel Bronson, a half-witted lad who comprehended nothing save an occasional genial word, leaned against the fence and grinned like a skull.

You're a man, an' if he should chase us, why, you mus' pitch inteh 'im. Hey?" Bronson always obeyed everybody. He grinned an assent, and went with her down the road. A little boy attempted to follow them, but a shrill scream from his mother made him halt. The remaining women stood motionless, their eyes fixed upon Mrs. Goodwin and Jerozel.

The insects in the meadow continued their monotonous humming, and, somewhere, a hen had been stricken with fear and was cackling loudly. Finally, Mrs. Goodwin said: "Well, I'm goin' up to th' turn a' th' road, anyhow." Mrs. Willets and Mrs. Joe Peterson, her particular friends, cried out at this temerity, but she said: "Well, I'm goin', anyhow." She called Bronson. "Come on, Jerozel.