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He pointed out old Joe Howard, the nearest to them among the ploughmen. "Heavens!" ejaculated Bob. "You don't mean to tell me old Joe has come of his own accord!" "Couldn't keep him away," Jim said. "He remarked that you were a very decent young feller, and he'd taught you how to work, so he might as well lend an 'and. It's like old Joe's cheek, but he'll claim for ever that he made you a worker."

Serves him right for putting on airs." On the main street Joe met Annie Raymond. "Why, Joe!" she exclaimed, delighted. "Is it really you?" "Bad pennies always come back," said Joe. "Have you I am afraid you have not been fortunate," said the young lady, hesitating as she noticed Joe's shabby clothes. "Do you think less of me for that?" "No," said Annie Raymond warmly.

As he began to haul in he glanced at 'Frisco Kid and saw that he too had evidently captured a finny prize. The race between them was exciting. Hand over hand the wet lines flashed inboard. But 'Frisco Kid was more expert, and his fish tumbled into the cockpit first. Joe's followed an instant later a three-pound rock-cod. He was wild with joy.

It ended by Miss Ardle coming around and sitting in the front seat to the rapturous discomfort of Miss Penny, whose fat leg was thereby squeezed against the gear-shifting lever where it was in Joe's way for the remainder of the trip. Just before they started, Mrs. Macomber came out of the house carrying a small package which she brought round and entrusted to Joe's care.

Joe Screech had time for but one glance of terror, and as he jumped the bear swung trap, chain and clog in the air and reached for him with a mighty blow. It was the fifty-pound steel trap that landed upon Joe's head and sent him plunging over the cliff just as Wood's Winchester began to bark.

Joe said, "Yes, sir." "What in Zen goes on here? Are you lads overtranked?" "No, sir," Joe's veteran opponent grumbled, his eyes on the ground, a schoolboy before the principal. Joe said, evenly, "A private disagreement, sir." "Disagreement!" the Upper snorted. His eyes went to the three fallen combatants, who were in various stages of reviving. "I'd hate to see you lads in a real scrap."

The horses were led out, the two little packs containing Joe's goods were strapped upon them, and then the trappers turned to depart. The Indians did not move until they had mounted; then they rose and advanced in a body to the edge of the wood, to see the Pale-faces go away.

Joe's and Henri's seasoned frames would have remained stiff as posts till morning; but Dick's body was young and pliant, so he hadn't been asleep a few seconds when he fell forward into the mud and effectually awakened the others. Joe gave a grunt, and Henri exclaimed, "Hah!" but Dick was too sleepy and miserable to say anything.

Paw looked quickly at Casey; but Casey Ryan had played poker all his life, and his weathered face showed no expression beyond a momentary interest, which was natural. "Other feller hurt bad?" he inquired carelessly, looking at Joe's bandaged hand. He almost grinned when he saw the relieved glances exchanged between Joe and Paw. "Leg broke," Joe mumbled over a mouthful.

Joe's agitation was plain in his face, his shocked eyes stared out of its pallor as if they had looked upon violence and death. "What's the matter, kid?" inquired Morgan carelessly. "I've got something to say to you," answered Joe thickly. He was panting, more from rage than exertion; his hands trembled.