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I want to see if what it says is any nearer being horse-sense than the other one is." "The other one!" exclaimed the amazed chorus again. "Oh, yes, there's another one," spoke up William Streeter tersely. "And I've read it all but the scrawl at the end. There couldn't anybody read that!" Higgins laughed. "Well, I'm free to confess 't is a sticker that name," he admitted.

Then Johnny got in with him and the boys maneuvered the craft until Mr. Streeter called out to them: "You kids are all right and don't need to waste any more time. Better pack up and be off, and save half a day." They loaded the canoe carefully and took their positions, Dick in the stern and Johnny in the bow.

"I don't believe we can get through this way," said Dick to his chum, as they were resting, after an hour of hard work, cutting away branches of trees and dragging the canoe. "Mr. Streeter told me that the Indians say there is no creek between the bays at the head of Broad River, where we are, and the rivers south of it.

"I don't agree with you," replied Streeter, curtly; "there is no reason why a duel should be futile, and there seem to be many reasons why a duel might be fought.

As Streeter walked down the Boulevard des Italians, he saw, seated in front of a café, the man whom he hoped to meet: and furthermore, he was pleased to see that the man had a friend with him. The recognition of author and critic was mutual. "Hallo, Streeter," cried Davison; "when did you come over?" "I left London yesterday," answered Streeter.

"Johnny," said he on the morning of the third day, "we've got to find Ned Barstow. Do you s'pose if he knew that I was within fifty miles of him he'd loaf in camp for a week expecting me to run over him? Not much he wouldn't. He'd be sky-hootin' from daylight till dark over the whole country till he lit on me. Mr. Streeter said Charley Tommy couldn't get past Tiger Tail's camp under four days.

The Hollys had just finished breakfast when Higgins, the coroner, drove into the yard accompanied by William Streeter, the town's most prominent farmer, and the most miserly one, if report was to be credited. "Well, could you get anything out of the boy?" demanded Higgins, without ceremony, as Simeon Holly and Larson appeared on the kitchen porch. "Very little.

"You are so late," she said, "that I was afraid something had occurred to keep you from coming altogether." "Nothing could have prevented me from coming," said Streeter, gallantly, "where Mrs. Woodford is hostess!" "Oh, that is very nice of you, Mr.

"Oh, yes; yes, indeed," she urged. "I'm sure he he won't be a mite of trouble, Simeon." "Perhaps not," conceded Simeon Holly darkly. "Neither, it is safe to say, will he be anything else worth anything." "That's it exactly," spoke up Streeter, from his seat in the wagon.

"They said it was rich then Bill Warner heard it all from t'other side of the fence. He said that David, when he found out what was goin' ter happen, went clean crazy, an' rampaged on at such a rate that old Streeter couldn't do nothin' but stand an' stare, until he finally managed ter growl out: 'But I tell ye, boy, the tree ain't no use no more! "Bill says the boy flew all to pieces then.