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"I ain't goin' to have no dumbed dawg like him come an' grab my sassingers an' make off with 'em, free gratis for nothin'." A little crowd little, but deeply interested had gathered again. Had Purt been seeking notoriety in Lumberport, he was getting it without doubt! The grocer next door, with a great guffaw of laughter, cried: "Hey, Bill! don't blame the dawg.
"Although Billy never was much in love with Purt Sweet." "Don't you two girls remember the Saturday night that man was hurt on Market Street?" "I should say I do remember it!" Laura agreed. "He is in the hospital yet, and he doesn't know who he is or where he came from." "Oh, it's nothing to do with his identity," Bobby hastened to say. "It is about the car that ran him down.
He grew red, and sputtered, and begged the question, every time anybody sought to discover just where he was with the automobile on that Saturday evening after dinner. Even when Chief Donovan threatened him with arrest, Purt said: "If I should tell you it wouldn't do any good. It would not relieve me of suspicion and would maybe only make trouble for other people.
"It isn't my dog weally it isn't!" exclaimed Purt, jumping up. Immediately the dog leaped about, barking fit to split his throat. "You naughty boy!" gasped the lady in the window. "I have seen you with that dog go past here hundreds of times!" and she immediately slammed down the sash before Purt could further defend himself.
So he swaggered along up Main Street with the girls. Not a block from the wharf at which the boats were tied he met with an adventure. "Whatever impression Purt is making on the good people of this town," whispered Nellie Agnew to Laura, "he has certainly smitten a four-footed inhabitant with a deep, deep interest." "What's that?" asked Laura, turning swiftly to see.
It was foolish in me, I reckon, but when I see her drivin' up the lane it was purt' nigh dark then, but I could see her through the open winder from where I was sittin' at the supper-table, and so I jest quietly excused myself, p'lite-like, as a feller will, you know, when they's comp'ny round, and slipped off and met her jest as she was about to git out to open the barn gate.
"The fellow Purt quarreled with for taking the car." "Give it up," said Chet, shaking his head. "And what became of the other man?" Laura queried. "There were two in the car when it hit the man from Alaska," Jess declared. "Gee!" ejaculated Bobby. "There's the nine-ten express west" "Who What do you mean, young one?" demanded Chet.
Talk about 'the cat coming back? Crickey! the cat wasn't in it with this mongrel of Purt's." In the exuberance of his joy Barnacle fairly pitched Purt across the fire, and tipped over the pail of water that had been hung over it to boil. The dude seemed fated to fall into trouble on this first day of the outing. But now Purt was mad!
"We'll have nothing to receive them in." "But not Purt Sweet," chuckled Billy Long. "Purt's packed a dinner jacket and a pair of spats. How much other fancy raiment he proposes to spring on us the deponent knoweth not. He'll be just a scream in the woods." "He asked me if there were many dangerous characters lurking in the woods around Lake Dunkirk," chuckled Lance.
Having seen the exquisite dragged aboard the Duchess, most of the girls on the other powerboat gave their attention to the dog. Indeed, his fate all the time had attracted more attention from Lizzie Bean, than had the trouble Purt Sweet was in. "Why! he might have been drowned!" Lily exclaimed in answer to something Bobby said. "That's right.
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