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"See how he brought me here in his car when I was hurt. And look at the stuff Purt's given me while I've been here," said Billy excitedly. "He'd never have hurt that man and run away without seeing what he'd done. No, sir!" "Crackey, Billy!" said Chet, "you've turned square around." "I know I have. And I ought to be ashamed of myself for ever distrusting Purt," said the invalid vigorously.
Purt Sweet looked up with a cry of amazement and received the delighted dog full in his chest. They rolled together in the cockpit of the boat, the dog eagerly lapping Purt's face, while the boy tried to beat him off with his fists. "The Barnacle!" yelled Chet again, and that name stuck. So did the dog. He refused to leave.
"At the station!" exclaimed Chet, catching the idea. "That is why they stole Purt's car." "I declare," Laura said. "Your idea sounds very reasonable, Bobby." "Bobby is right there with the brainworks," said Chet, with admiration. "Oh," said Bobby, "I'm not altogether 'non compos mend-us, as the fellow said." Chet was very serious, after all.
"Pretty's all right!" joined in Billy Long. "Only one thing wrong with him. He starts easy, and he speeds up well, but just at the critical moment he always skids." "Hear the motor talk from Short and Long! Yow!" exclaimed Reddy Butts. "And old Purt's not so slow at that!" "Who said he was slow?" demanded Short and Long, with apparent indignation. "Bet you can't do him, Reddy."
He thought it would be a good thing to bring them to camp with him so as to use them for a smudge to chase off the mosquitoes." "And they work all right," grunted Chet. "The smoke chases the mosquitoes, you can believe. But then, the smoke chases us, too. Purt's brand of cigarettes is made out of long-filler Connecticut cabbage."
"And how well he matches Purt's suit," said Nellie, demurely. "I'm not going to walk with you if you don't get rid of that dog!" declared Lily, seeing that many bystanders were laughing at the boy and the mongrel. She went ahead with the other girls while poor Purt remained in the rear, trying his best to chase away the friendly animal.
"I bet the Barnacle haunts Purt in his dreams," exclaimed Bobby. "Oh! say not so!" begged Billy Long. "If Purt has the nightmare and draws that 'family friend, the faithful revolver, on the ghost of the dog Good-night! Like enough he'll blow us all out of the tent." "I bet that Barnacle dogs his 'feetsteps' for the rest of Purt's mortal existence," declared Chet, prophetically.
Weld assured the Chief of Police that, although it was Purt's car that had struck him down on the icy street, Purt had not been in the car at the time. Nor did the boy of Central High have anything to do with the accident. His car had been borrowed without permission by "parties unknown," as far as Mr.
"I don't care! The police are always too fresh," said Billy, who had reason for believing that the Centerport police sometimes made serious mistakes. Billy had had his own experience, as related in "The Girls of Central High on Lake Luna." "Then you don't believe Purt did it?" demanded Lance. "No, I don't. I was mistaken," declared Short and Long. "Purt's all right" "Wow! Wow!" murmured Chet.
And there, within a block, the dog was right at his heels again rather slinkingly, but with the joy of companionship in his eye. Now Purt was nearing the dock above the Main Street bridge where the motorboats were tied up. Whether the girls had returned or no, he hated to face the other fellows with this mongrel trailing at his heels. The situation sharpened Purt's wits.
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