"No, he ain't agoin'; and now, not another of your fool questions. Slick your hair down and go at once. Do you hear me?",
"Scoot you!" commanded the woman, and with a wild scurry mother dog and puppies turned and fled to the friendly darkness of their retreat.,
"But we kept right on trackin—" put in Maurice, eagerly. "After the stars come out again, of course," explained Billy, managing to skin Maurice's shin with his boot-heel, "an' we found her—".
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