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"I wouldn't want him to find me, now!" thought Dick, a cold chill running over him at the thought of Tag's desperate savagery. But at that moment Prescott accidentally made a sound, which, slight though it was, caught young Mosher's ear. In a twinkling Tag wheeled about, listening, peering. Then, straight toward Prescott he came. "Oh, it's you, is it?" demanded young Mosher harshly.
Bitterly had Mosher stood in the fore of that court room, thumbing his hat, his heart gangrening, and trying in a dumbly miserable sort of way to press down, with his hand on her shoulder, some of the heaving of Sara's enormous tears.
Bentley of the fugitive, Tag Mosher, and the fact that that young offender was at large in the woods, and armed. "I'm not afraid of him," declared the doctor bluntly, "and I shall always be within sound of the camp. It wouldn't take you boys long to get over here, either, at need." Dick now reluctantly called his chums away, as Mrs.
"Then it was the Destructor?" asked an ensign, pulling out a note-book and a pencil. "And Lieutenant Mosher was right, after all?" "Yes; this man read her name before she blew up; and a Spanish sailor has waked up and confirmed it. She was the Destructor, just over, and trying to get into Havana.
Perry Alford came punctual to the minute, and shortly thereafter Red Brown, Sid DuPree, Silvey, and Skinny Mosher. Mrs. Fletcher had made use of her telephone to make the gathering a little more of a party for John than he had anticipated. Another display of the presents followed, while his father and mother stood in the parlor doorway and beamed down upon the youngsters.
Mosher flying home, her skirts billowing behind her, after a protracted afternoon at whist; little Ernie Trost with a napkin-covered peach basket carefully balanced in his hand, waiting for the six-fifteen interurban to round the corner near the switch, so that he could hand up his father's supper; Rudie Mass, the butcher, with a moist little packet of meat in his hand, and lurching ever so slightly, and looking about defiantly.
'Your grandmother can't come, when I depended so much upon her, and she thinks I can get Mrs. Mosher, that termagant, who would raise a mutiny in the kitchen in an hour! Mrs. Tracy said this so sharply that a flush mounted to the handsome face of the boy, who felt as if he were in some way a culprit and being reprimanded.
Lessauer I meet sometimes at Epstein's fish store you know the rich sausage-casings Lessauers she says to me this morning, she says with her sweetness full of such a meanness, like it was knives in me 'Me and my son and daughter-in-law was coming out of a movie last night and we saw your son getting into a taxicab with such a blonde in a red hat! The way she said it, Mosher, like a cat licking its whiskers 'such a blonde in a red hat'!"
But if you knew how badly I need to get away from these parts you'd know why I'm holding up girls to get money to pay my fare, and " Just then Tag Mosher caught sight of Dick Prescott. "Stand back!" warned Tag hoarsely. "I don't want to have to do anything worse than I've just done. Stand back, or by the blue sky " "Oh, Dick, do keep back. He won't harm us further," cried Laura.
"I didn't know that you were boss of anything," Dick replied, still smiling. "I'm telling you," declared Mosher. "Want me to make good?" "I wish you'd make something of yourself, instead," rejoined Prescott in a voice of intense earnestness. "Get your hands up!" ordered Tag, with a decided increase in emphasis. "That's a silly demand on your part," Dick retorted calmly.
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