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Mebby another of them heart-ballum cases of Bob's," hazarded Pop Bridgers, who read nothing unless it was printed on pink paper, and who refused to believe that any good could come out of a city. "Ain't that right, Loney? Hain't she a heart-ballum girl of Bob's?" From the saddle Lone stared down impassively at Pop and Pop's companions. "I don't know a thing about her," he stated emphatically.
"That young one there smashed my wheel, and the other one is wanted she's wanted by the officers she stole a automobile and set my pop's barn on fire " "That's a likely story I don't think!" sneered the farmer's boy. "Get back now! Leave them alone, do you hear? If you try to touch them again, I'll knock you into the middle of next week "
Dick was watching by Pop's side, and Tom was at the foot of the berth, when the colored man opened his eyes. As they rested on first one Rover and then the other he stared in utter astonishment. "My gracious sakes alive!" he gasped. "Am I dreamin', or am I back to Putnam Hall again?" "Neither, Aleck," replied Dick. "You are safe on board an ocean steamer." "An' yo' whar yo' dun come from?"
We were a couple of years doing it, trying a lot of other places all over the country before they struck this ranch and felt safe. Pop's living straight; you needn't think he isn't, but he's got a queer hankering to see the sort of men he used to train with. It's natural, I suppose." "I suppose it is.
It was not like him to waste time in empty words. But she was soon to learn. One evening the doctor came over to the store to repeat to her some rumors he had heard and which he thought she ought to know. "Tillie! your pop's workin' the directers to have you chased off William Penn till the April election a'ready!" "Oh, Doc!" Tillie gasped, "how do you know?" "That's what the talk is.
The inner door began to open, and Pop reached up and gave his helmet the practiced twisting jerk which removed it. Then he blinked. There was a red-headed man in the opened door. He grinned savagely at Pop. He held a very nasty hand-weapon trained on Pop's middle. "Don't come in!" he said mockingly. "And I don't give a damn about how you are. This isn't social. It's business!" Pop simply gaped.
That is, not a moment except just at bedtime. Then Mrs. Potter came into the boys' room, and gave them each a little, thin package. She just handed it to them and kissed them goodnight, and went out. "Let's see what they are," said Porky. There were two little leather cases. Inside were Mom Potter's pretty, motherly dear face, and pop's splendid, homely countenance. Porky jerked out the light.
Then he dressed up Fisher to represent the Red Rider and sent him on ahead to hold him up. They were to share the money afterward. But Fisher fired on 'Pop' to kill, so as to have it all, and 'Pop's' trying to get even. And what with wanting to hurt Fisher, and thinking he is going to die, and not wishing to see you hanged, he's told the truth.
Pop's voice was shrill. "After me tellin' yuh how to git it and showin' yuh how yuh could beat Boise " the old man's rage choked him. He thrust his face close to Bud's and glared venomously. "Yes, and just to show you I appreciate it, I'm going to give you what's left after I've counted off enough to see me through to Spokane. I feel sick, Pop. I want change of air.
My pop's got a farm over that way" he pointed with his whip "about two miles." Bessie and Dolly told him their names then, and he asked where they were staying at Deer Crossing. "Mercer Farm, huh?" he said, when they had told him. "I got a cousin works over there fellow by the name of Walter Stubbs. Do you know him?" "Yes, indeed," said Bessie, with a smiling look at Dolly.
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