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Updated: May 14, 2025
With the coins in his hand, he swung back the door of the little school store, and hastened eagerly up to the proprietress. She greeted him with a smile, for the episode of the lemon drops was still fresh in her memory. "Pea shooters in yet?" he queried anxiously. They had arrived that very noon. "Is there wood on the ends to keep the tin from cutting your mouth?" She nodded.
And the messenger said unto David, Surely the men prevailed against us, and came out unto us into the field, and we were upon them even unto the entering of the gate. And the shooters shot from off the wall upon thy servants; and some of the king's servants be dead, and thy servant Uriah the Hittite is dead also.
They were rigidly impartial in their work, and John dashed up the steps of that same vacant house which the boys had held that day with the pea shooters. "Look!" he cried, drawing the gaudy pamphlet from the manila casing. On the cover, a red-coated, rosy-cheeked Saint Nick, with a toy-filled pack, was descending a snow-capped chimney while his reindeer cavorted in the background.
Forbes looked rather amused at her womanish view of things. "Friends? I should rather think so!" By this time he and Diana were strolling up and down the winter garden opening out of the hall, which was now full of a merry crowd waiting for the departure of the shooters. Suddenly Forbes paused. "Do you see that?"
"No doubt," says I, "for the shooters, but mighty bad sport for the PIGEON." And this joke set them all a-laughing ready to die. I didn't know then what a good joke it WAS, neither; but I gave Master Baron, that day, a precious good beating, and walked off with no less than fifteen shillings of his money.
No one heard Tige's low growl or Wetzel's stern word to silence him. Throwing his arm over Betty's pony, Wetzel apparently watched the shooters. In reality he studied intently Miller's every movement. "I expect some good shooting for this prize," said Col. Zane, waving a beautifully embroidered buckskin bullet pouch, which was one of Betty's donations.
Ye see the way o't was this: There is twa gentlemen shooters on the moors, the Laird o' Balbletherum an' the Laird o' Glower-ower-'em-twa respectit an' graund gentlemen.
Tommy Prince was oiling a carbine, and one of the shooters was washing his face at a basin formed by scratching a small hole in the ground and pressing a square of canvas into the depression. The Chinese skinner was sitting on a log, rubbing a huge butcher's knife on a sharpening stone.
"Oh, let me see wh-h-y, I'd say they were all cut outo' agate like your shooters leastways they look like that at this distance. An' the sidewalks, of course, are of gold a blind man could tell that " "What else?" demanded Marmaduke, a little out of breath, and dazzled by all this sudden glory.
"Why, you were up there at the time the first time I mean. Don't you remember you told us that evening when you were here. And you said people thought the bandits had a cache in the chaparral. Why didn't any of you think of the tules?" "Stupid, I guess," said Mark. "Not a soul thought of them. And it was an A1 hiding-place. Besides the duck shooters, nobody ever goes there."
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