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Moxley's rage was so violent that Bug prudently retreated to the bushes. The ruffian kept up his abuse and called Bug all manner of vile names until he was compelled to stop for sheer want of breath. Bug came down to Hocker and Jeffries and stood before them. "Look here," he said hoarsely, "what that rascal says ain't true at least the most of it ain't.
"Goodness me," exclaimed Billie, laughing, "the child has put on her new walking costume made by Delosia Moxley's mother! When the climbing part comes, what will she do, Ben?" Ben shook his head doubtfully. "How do you like it, Billie dear?" asked Nancy in a honeyed tone, noticing her friend's backward glances. "It's awfully pretty, Nancy. Lovely color, but "
Go home, Bug, and make them all happy. You will never regret it if you do. You are not bad at heart, I know, and evil company has been the cause of all your trouble. Let Moxley's fate be a warning to you. Turn over a new leaf from to-night. Will you do it, Bug? Will you go straight home and lead an honest, respectable life?"
Moxley's face turned a deeper shade of purple, and he made a threatening step toward Ned. "You're a bold lad," he said with a harsh laugh. "There are not many would dare to speak to me in that way. But it wasn't you who fired the gun that night. I can tell by your actions that you're anxious to screen one of your companions."
Lapelle rode up at this instant and, throwing the bridle rein to a boy who had come running up from the stable, dismounted quickly. He came straight to Gwynne, smiling cordially. "I see you beat me in. After we parted I decided to cut through the woods to have a look at Jack Moxley's keel boat, stuck in the mud on this side of the river.
The rain had ceased some time before, and the moon was now peeping through a rift in the scudding clouds. As the men crept up the stony slope they saw through the gaping crevices of the mill the yellow gleam from Moxley's lantern. Suddenly it vanished, and a creaking noise was hear. "The rascal is escaping. We must run for it," whispered Hocker. He bounded forward with Jeffries at his heels.
And where did you get those clothes? They look new." Wallis laid his now fully dressed master back to a reclining position he had been propped up and tucked a handkerchief into the appropriate pocket as he replied, "Grant & Moxley's, sir, where you always deal." And he wheeled the couch back to the day-room, over to its very door.
Zinn spread a huge table with all sorts of tempting food, and the starved boys attacked it with a vigor that made her open her eyes in amazement. The others were almost as hungry after all they had gone through that night, and did ample justice to the viands. Moxley's bracelets were taken off and he was allowed to eat his fill with the rest.
Was Mr. Dude Moxley's brain muddled that he should have inserted such a gross error in his otherwise plausible little story? Perhaps he did not have time to plan it thoroughly in his hasty advance from the mill, or had calculated on finding his new victims at any other place than this.
"That load of salt I put into Moxley's legs turned out for the best after all," said Randy in a roguish tone. "If I hadn't pulled trigger that night Bug Batters would still be treading the path of wickedness, with no hope of a reformation." "Your foolishness had one good result, I'll admit," replied Ned. "But don't try the experiment again. It's too costly." The boys tacitly agreed with Ned.
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