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Updated: June 10, 2025
"Therefore you will help us explain the mystery, and so relieve Purt Sweet of suspicion. For he refuses to say anything himself to the police." "Why why What do I know about it?" demanded Lily. "Do you know that the party was held the very Saturday night the man was hurt?" "No! Was it?" "It was. And Purt had his car up there at the Grimes' house." "Did he? I didn't know.
The beast was looking over the bow, his tongue hanging out, and evidently enjoying the rapid sail up Rocky River. Somebody had removed the rope from his collar since he had come aboard the Duchess. There was nothing for Purt to grab had the dog observed his approach and sought to get away. However, the dog remained unconscious of the attempt on his peace of mind.
Wite where the cellar door wuz shut The table wuz; an' I Let aunty set by me an' cut My wittles up an' pie. Tuz awful funny! I could see The red heads in the churry tree; An' bee-hives, where you got to be So keerful going by; An' comp'ny there an' all! An' we <i>We et out on the porch!</i> An' a old red head flew Purt' nigh wite over my high chair, <i>When we et out on the porch!</i>
There was a third moving figure in the boat. It sat up forward and seemed to be gazing on the island eagerly. The girls began to giggle as well as Short and Long. "Hush!" begged Laura. "Don't say a word." Purt and Lil were sitting together in the shade, and paid no attention to what was going on.
"So you were not actually trying to rescue the dog?" demanded Jess. "That howwible cweature!" gasped Purt, in disgust. "I would fling him from the tallest cliff there is could I safely do so." "And not try to dive after him eh?" chuckled Bobby. "You are cruelty incarnate!" exclaimed Jess, gravely.
But just then Purt felt something at his heels and turned swiftly. One of the homeliest mongrel curs ever seen was sniffing at Purt's green stockings. "Get out, you brute!" gasped the dude, rather frightened. But the dog didn't seem to have any designs upon Purt's thin shanks. Instead, he jumped about, foolishly stiff-legged as a dog will when he thinks he has found a friend, and barked.
Laura grabbed one end and together they wrapped their schoolmate in the heavy folds. Short and Long was cast to the street and they rolled him in the blanket. The fire was smothered, but what injury had it done to the boy? He was unconscious; for in falling he had struck his head, and the wound was bleeding. Mrs. Sweet was crying and wringing her hands. "Oh, it's awful! Purt! Purt!
"What has Billy really got against Purt Sweet?" "I don't admit he has anything against Purt," said Chet quickly. "Nothing but suspicion," muttered Lance, likewise shaking his head. "Then there is something in it?" Laura said quickly. "Can it be possible that Purt Sweet would do such an awful thing and not really betray himself before this?" "There you've said it, Laura!" cried Lance.
"I believe they are quite ignorant of who you are," returned Jack, with gravity. "But some ob 'em done seed me ober dar at Massa Roebach's camp. Yas, sah! I reckernize one o' dem Injuns de short feller behin' dat tree close up yere. Gollyation! he jest fired dat shot dat come purt nigh hittin' Buttsy." "He's trying to kill that Shanghai, Wash," said Jack, wickedly. "That's what he's trying to do."
"Can it be possible that Purt is shielding Hester in this matter?" Laura queried gravely. "Oh, it couldn't be! She wasn't in that car that knocked down Mr. Nemo of Nowhere," Bobby declared emphatically; "He has always favored Hester and Lil," Jess "Pooh!" again put in the irrepressible.
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