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To make the horror all the more ghastly, Anderson Crow, hastening to the schoolhouse, positively identified the blood as that of Miss Banks. A Tinkletown Sensation Sensations came thick and fast in Tinkletown during the next few hours. Investigation proved that 'Rast Little was nowhere to be found. He had not returned to his home after the spelling-bee, nor had he been seen since. Mrs.
Many a frozen snowball did its deadly work from ambush because of this impotent jealousy. But the merriest rivalry was that which developed between Ed Higgins, the Beau Brummel of Tinkletown, and 'Rast Little, whose father owned the biggest farm in Bramble County. If she was amused by the frantic efforts of each suitor to outwit the other she was too tactful to display her emotion.
"I've talked with Latham. But he didn't count. And they've bought up Thompson. What else they've done I can't tell yet. But one thing's certain, Doc; we'll win out in a canter. I'm too old a rat to be caught in a trap like this. I've got resources they don't suspect." "I believe you, 'Rast. They've caught on to the outside fakes to win votes; but they don't know the inside deals yet."
"Can I be your company to the spellin'-bee to-morrow night, Miss Banks?" burst unceremoniously from the lips of the newcomer. "Thank you, 'Rast. I was just wondering how I should get out to the schoolhouse. You are very kind. We'll go in the bob-sled with the Holabirds." "Doggone!" came in almost a wail from poor Ed. He could have killed 'Rast for the triumphant laugh that followed.
To be brief, Alf admitted that 'Rast Little was at his house in the outskirts of the village, laid up with a broken arm and a bad cut in the top of his head. "He came crawlin' up to my place about six o'clock in the mornin'," explained Alf, "an' I took the poor cuss in. That's what I wanted to tell Anderson, but the old rip wouldn't listen to me.
A subtle sympathy seemed established between the two. "What do you think of 'Rast's chances?" she asked, presently, as she threaded new cotton into her needle. "I guess he'll win. He's worked hard enough, anyhow." "Has he?" "Yes; 'Rast's a good worker. He don't leave any stone unturned. He's up to all the tricks o' the trade, is 'Rast Hopkins!" Here he began shaking with silent laughter, and Mrs.
Forbes oughter be ashamed of himself, to send a bunch o' girls out electioneerin'. I never heard of such an irregular thing. What do the boys say?" "Folks don't say much to me, 'Rast. They wouldn't, you know. But I guess your game is up." He made no reply. Here, indeed, was information of a startling character. And it came upon him like thunder out of a clear sky.
'Rast and Ed Higgins almost came to blows out at the hitch-rack, where the latter began twitting his discomfited rival. Anderson Crow kept them apart. "I'll kill that big dude," growled 'Rast. "He's got no business comin' here an' rakin' up trouble between me an' her. You mark my words, I'll fix him before the night's over, doggone his hide!"
"'Rast don't let much get away from him." "You're very clever, Mrs. Simmons. You have discovered the fact without being told." "Oh, I know 'Rast Hopkins, an' so does Dan." "Then I can depend on you to help us?" asked the girl, patting the tousled head of a little girl who stood by staring at "the pretty lady." "I'll talk to him, but I dunno what good it'll do," said Mrs. Simmons, thoughtfully.
The Representative had promptly telephoned to Marshall at Fairview telling him not to vote the men as arranged. He was not especially charmed with the manager's brief reply: "Don't be alarmed. We're not all fools!" "I guess, 'Rast," remarked Mary Hopkins, looking at her damaged and irritable husband with a blending of curiosity and contempt, "that you're 'bout at the end of your rope."
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