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Wyeth will be here soon, and they will give you a ride on this funny little wagon. I wonder what Skeeter Sheeley is doing about this time? Going to school, I expect." This diverted Chick marvelously. The thought of Skeeter having to spend the morning in the schoolroom, made his own lot less hard.
He talked a great deal, but nobody was able, or took the pains to try, to understand him. That is, not until Skeeter Sheeley gave him his nickname and became his official interpreter. Their friendship dated from a memorable day when Skeeter had for the first time heard of the incubator incident, and had promptly accosted the Flathers' foundling as "Chicken."
Ivy, holding her skirts very high and picking her way gingerly around the frozen puddles, was the first to reach him. "Ah! Here's our good little friend Rick, or Dick, is it? And this is the sweet little baby sister that God sent you." "Naw it ain't," said Skeeter; "that there's a boy, an' it ain't no kin to him.
Besides, you owe me something for the way you trimmed me last Sunday. I'll just give you fifteen to one, and you put up Skeeter at seventy-five, and as much money as yo're a mind to. A pile of it come out of my pocket, so-" "Well, don't holler your head off, Jeff. How's two hundred?" "Suits me, kid." He winked at the others, who knew how sure a thing he had to back his wager.
An' in spite of all that, they bring he-children into the world that can't git over a skeeter bite unless they drink a pint or two of whisky. Well, I guess we better go to roost, Mr. Gwynne. Must be nine o'clock. Everything's all right out at the barn an' the chicken coops. Wolves an' foxes an' weasels visit us sometimes at night, but I got things fixed so's they go away hungry.
At the very last Skeeter rolled a pebble under his foot and stumbled and again Smoky came in with his slaty nose in the lead. Pop rode into the centre of the yelling crowd, his whiskers bristling. "Shucks almighty!" he cried. "What fer ridin' do yuh call that there? Jeff Hall, that feller held Skeeter in worse'n what you did yourself! I kin prove it! I got a stop watch, an' I timed 'im, I did.
"Don't bet anything on this race, Jerry," he advised "Or if you do, don't bet on Skeeter. But well, I'll just trade you a little advice for all you've given me. Don't bet!" "What the hell!" surprise jolted out of Jerry. "It's my funeral," Bud laughed. "I'm a chancey kid, you see but I'd hate to see you bet on me."
At supper time Skeeter recognized a convention of civilization and repaired to the bosom of his family, but Chick being accountable to nobody, and recognizing no conventions, stole a couple of apples from a passing cart, and repaired to the dump heap to wait for the dark.
Twice Dick got caught by swings, though he was not sadly troubled. He was lanching in, lightly, all over the less vital parts on his man now. It did Dennison no harm, but the impudence of it stung the big fellow. "Time!" "That's the b.j.-est skeeter I ever saw," grinned Nelson, as he sprayed water over Dennison's biceps. "You quit, Nelse!" "All right. Don't get mad at me.
There was a chance, just one if the fire had no headway along the upper end of the landing and if they had not thought to set a watch for him ABOVE! They the Magpie, the Skeeter, and his gang must have been driven even out of the house now by the smoke and flame. "Give me the key, I am going to open the door, Marie," he said quietly.
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