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"I should say they did, Limpy!" ejaculated the impetuous Thad, even before Hugh could speak the first word in reply. "Why, who's got prize Belgian hares in Scranton but Hugh Morgan? Now, that cunning old schemer, Nick Lang, knows how much Hugh thinks of his pets, and the chances are ten to one he's hatched up a scheme to steal or kill every lasting one of the rabbits. It would be just like him.
"'The Cub-Slut' sent me to tell you to come to her house; she wants to speak to you." "I will go tomorrow." "No. You must come now, because what she has to say is very important," shouted the youngster. "Well, I can't go now." The youngster protested, and Caesar continued on his way. "Limpy" and "Uncle Chinaman" followed him.
He tore it open, and read in amazement: "Destroy Limpy Red's instructions within the next hour." Dodge gazed about in wonder. This thing was getting on his nerves. He determined to go home and rest. Outside the house, as he left his car, pasted over the monogram on the door, he had found another note, with the same weird mark and the single word: "Remember!"
They climbed up to the high level prairie that sweeps westward from the Walnut bluffs. "Doodby, folks. I want to Botany wiv urn over there. I turn wiv Limpy out here." Bug pointed to a group of students wandering about in search of dogtooth violets and other botanical plunder from Nature's springtime treasury. Among the group was Bug's chum, the crippled student.
But we got to get a dog and some hens for you. I just thought I'd go over and see Wid Gardner, little while, and talk over things." "How is your knee now?" she asked. "It seemed to me you sounded rather limpy, Mr. Gage." "Is that what you want to call me, ma'am?" said he at last "Mr. Gage? It sounds sort of strange to me, but it makes me feel taller. Folks always called me Sim."
Every one called the other Limpy, nor did he seem to mind it a particle; indeed, only from the teachers at school and his folks at home was it likely that he ever heard his name of Osmond spoken. "Shucks! it hasn't a thing to do with baseball, or any other outdoor sport, Hugh," the cripple hastened to say.
"I'm waiting to have some one tell me that our team is going to wipe up the ground with both Allandale and Belleville when we come to grips. Is your news of that sort, Limpy?" Of course he was only joking when he said this.
Upstairs, Dodge, evidently uneasy in his mind about the precious "Limpy Red" letter, took it from the safe along with most of the other correspondence and, pressing a hidden spring in the wall, opened a secret panel, placed most of the important documents in this hiding place. Then he put some blank sheets of paper in an envelope and returned it to the safe.
He would disappear with his warriors, hiding away in the deep recesses of the mountains only to appear again when and where least expected, but towards the close of 1856 his people grew tired of war. They said the more men they killed the more came and took their places, and in spite of John and Limpy they determined to sue for peace.
"Hold on, please, Hugh and Thad!" called some one from the rear; and looking back they discovered a lame boy called Limpy Wallace, who always carried a crutch and had to twist his body in a curious fashion when he wished to make speed. Limpy could get over ground wonderfully well, considering the difficulties under which he labored.
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