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You've brought out the truth about that lost coin collection; you've saved Hopewell Drugg from becoming a regular reprobate at least, so says his mother-in-law; you've converted Walky Dexter from his habit of taking a 'snifter' " "Oh, no!" laughed Janice. "Josephus converted Walky."
"Why, ter tell the truth," grinned Walky, "it was a soft job, for I carried five pounds of feathers in a bolster twelve miles to old Miz' Kittridge one Winter day when I was a boy. I got a dollar for it and come as nigh bein' froze ter death as ever a boy did and save his bacon." "Do tell us about it, Walky," said Janice, who was wiping the supper dishes for her aunt.
Either he had lost confidence in his owner, or some escapade of his colthood had come to his memory. He splashed ashore, dodged the eager hand of Walky, and with tail up, nostrils expanded, mane ruffled, and dripping water as he ran, Josephus galloped up the hillside and into the open lots behind Polktown. Walky Dexter, with very serious mien, came slowly back to the dock.
"Didn't he make a good thing out of the violin transaction?" "Why haw! haw! he dunno yit. But I b'lieve he's beginnin' ter have his doubts like th' feller 't got holt of the black snake a-thinkin' it was a heifer's tail," chuckled Walky, whose face was very red and whose spicy breath Joe Bodley always kept a saucer of cloves on the end of the bar was patent to all in the store.
Then, with his fur cap cocked over one ear, and his boots steaming on the stove hearth, he read the story through. "Oh, dear, me!" he said again. "I want you to try to get me to Middletown, Walky," Janice said, with a little catch in her voice. "Right away." "Mercy on us, child! a day like this?" gasped her aunt. "Why, the storm's over," said Janice, firmly.
She was a rapid performer on this instrument. The Lamb laughed with pleasure, and said, "Walky wif Panty," and rode on Robert's back with yells of joy, and tried to feed Jane with stones, and altogether made himself so agreeable that nobody could long be sorry that he was of the party.
It's too horrible! I wouldn't want to know any more, child." "But I must know more if there's more to be known. I believe I can telegraph to Cida. At least, Mr. Buchanan at Juarez may know something more about this man's story. I wish there was either telegraph, or telephone, in Poketown." "Gee, Janice!" exclaimed Marty. "Nobody could git over to Middletown to-day. Not even Walky Dexter.
I have spent four years in the scholastic halls of Williamstown. I hope to go to law school, but meanwhile, must earn a part of the where-with-all. Therefore, I am attacking the citadel of the Poketown School." "Oh! That's the why-for of it, eh?" crowed Walky. "Much obleeged. I'll know what to say now when anybody asks me." "I hope so," returned Nelson Haley, with some sarcasm.
"If he's puffec' at all," grunted Walky, "he's a puffec' fule! That's what he is!" And Nelson Haley's frankness really did spell disaster. Taking courage from the discovery of the young schoolmaster's use of money, the committee swore a warrant out for him before Judge Little.
They stand 'em up against a wall down there in Mexico and shoot 'em just for fun so Walky Dexter says. Dad says he never expects to hear of Uncle Brocky alive ag'in." "And yet that girl keeps up her pluck! She's all right," declared the other. "Gee! suppose she should come smack upon the story of her father's death some night there in the readin'-room? Wouldn't that be tough?"
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