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The man from Pike County was evidently puzzled, and told no more stories of his own prowess. Conversation, died away, and presently all three were asleep. The Pike County man was the first to fall asleep. Joe and Mr. Bickford lay about a rod distant from him. When their new comrade's regular breathing, assured Joe that he was asleep, he said: "Mr.
"You don't say!" exclaimed Bickford, surveying our hero with curiosity. "Have you made much money in this eating-house?" "I've done pretty well," said Joe modestly. "I own the building and the two adjoining lots." "You don't say! How old be you?" "Sixteen." "You must be all-fired smart!" "I don't know about that, Mr. Bickford. I've been lucky and fallen in with good friends."
"Thank ye, stranger, I don't mind if I do," answered the Pike man, with considerable alacrity. "My fodder give out this mornin', and I hain't found any place to stock up." He displayed such an appetite that Mr. Bickford regarded him with anxiety. They had no more than sufficient for themselves, and the prospect of such a boarder was truly alarming.
"Do you think he will come back, Mr. Holden?" asked the housekeeper. "Yes; he will soon be tired of wandering about. He will learn to prize a good home after he has slept out of doors one night." Mrs. Bickford did not reply; but she did not feel quite so much confidence as her employer appeared to do in the excellence of the home which Herbert had enjoyed under Abner Holden's roof.
"I can lick you and your dog, both together." "If I was in your place," said "Judge" Hiram Look, his interest in horse-trotting paling beside this more familiar phase of sport, "I'd go down and cuff his old chops. You'll have the crowd with you if you do." But Mr. Bickford, though trembling with rage, could not bring himself to correlate fisticuffs and dignity.
Captain BICKFORD at once complied with my request, and, as the Pegasus drew too much water to cross the bar, the boats were manned and armed and towed up to the city by a steam-launch. It was rather a joke against me that the launch which towed up the little flotilla designed to overawe Brunai was sent for the occasion by one of the principal Ministers of the Sultan.
President Kitchen let loose the hasp that held up the drop-door and fairly "pegged" Mr. Todd out of sight. He grinned apologetically at a furious Mr. Bickford. "Order the marshal to call the hosses for the thirty-four trot, Honer'ble," he directed, anxious to give the starter something to do to take his mind off present matters. Mr.
"I declare, they did look real handsome, aunt," said John's hearty voice as he approached the chaise. "I set 'em up just as you told me. This one fell out, an' I kept it. I don't know's you'll care. I can give it to Lizzie." He faced her now with a bright, boyish look. There was something gay in his buttonhole, it was the red rose. Aunt Bickford blushed like a girl.
With a shrill cry he sank down upon the ground, and, shutting his eyes, awaited the attack. The bear increased his speed. "Now let him have it!" said Joe in a sharp, quick whisper. Mr. Bickford fired, striking the grizzly in the face. Bruin stood still and roared angrily. He wagged his large head from one side to the other, seeking by whom this attack was made.
Miss Pendexter was a cheerful, even gay little person, who always brought a pleasant flurry of excitement, and usually had a genuine though small piece of news to tell, or some new aspect of already received information. Mrs. Bickford smiled as she looked up to see this sprightly neighbor coming.
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