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"Goodness me!" Miss Kitty Cat wailed. "There must have been something wrong with my idea." There wasn't. It had merely happened that Moses Mouse had had an idea of his own. "I don't want to stay dodging here the rest of the night," he had said to himself. "The next time Miss Snooper makes a trip around the barrel I'm going to run up the side of it and trust to luck." That was exactly what he did.
The scarred man thrust forward a noosed rope. "Put your hands in that, you damn snooper." "Put 'em in," growled the captain, "or I'll shoot your ears off." Davis made a pretense of obeying, caught the rope holder about the middle and rushed him at the captain. So swift and skillful was his move that ere the lethargic captain could move he found himself pinned against the rail.
"Your friends, Mark. Harry," he told his subordinate, "go out and pass the word around. Only two, and we think they're friendly. Keep everybody out of sight; we don't want to scare them away." The snooper followed closely behind them. The man was no longer wearing his apron; the woman's tunic was even more tattered and soiled. She was leading him by the hand.
Harley P. shook a fat forefinger at the lovers. "If I was a young feller, Bob McGraw " "Mr. Hennage, you're an old snooper, that's what you are!" cried Donna. "You're all the time snooping." "Explain this unwarranted intrusion, Harley P. Hennage" Bob demanded, as he advanced with outstretched hand to greet the gambler.
Then he decided, suddenly, that he would look elsewhere for his breakfast. For Miss Kitty Cat was in a terrible temper. THERE was great rejoicing among all the Mouse family. Pudgy Mr. Moses Mouse had picked up a bit of news that delighted him and his wife and all their many relations. Somebody had stolen Miss Snooper as the Mouse family always called Miss Kitty Cat! Somebody had taken her away!
The scarred man spoke up: "If you're sheriff's men, and if you think we're going back with you " "I've told you we're just ordinary land buyers, going up to look at a tract beyond the river." "Know that snooper, Davis?" "No, we took his part because you fellows were jumping him." "Know anything about him what his business is?" "No; and don't care.
Cross my heart I won't tell on you." It irritated Jerry to have Cathy blink her eyes at him. "Whatever gave you the idea I was hiding anything up here or anywhere?" "I'd tell you if I had something to hide." "Yeah! You would not." "I would, too. You're mean. You're the meanest boy I ever knew." "I'd a darn sight rather be mean than snoopy. You're just a sneaky snooper, that's what you are."
"But don't blame me if Miss Snooper sneaks up on us." Thereupon Moses Mouse fell to right greedily. Although there were delicacies that he liked more than raw potatoes, he was hungry enough to enjoy them and not even ask for salt. And his wife, too, ate almost as heartily as he did. The pale moonlight, streaming through the cellar window, lighted their banquet hall with its ghostly gleams.
From where they sat, on the top of the woodpile, Master Meadow Mouse and his callers caught sight of a dark shape that moved stealthily towards them through the shadows. "It's Miss Snooper herself!" Mrs. Mouse cried. And quick as a wink she dived down among the sticks of wood, with her husband following close behind her.
The customary he-gossip and perennial snooper who is always making the voyage no matter what ship one takes or the direction one goes, nosed out the purser and discovered that the young man was R. Schmidt of Vienna. He was busy thereafter mixing with the throng, volunteering information that had not been solicited but which appeared to be welcome.
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