He picked up his hat and bounded outside. He found Croaker seated on the chicken yard fence, gravely surveying his ancient and mortal enemy, the old game cock, and whispering guttural insults that fairly made the rooster bristle with anger.,
They passed on, and then from the sable-hued cedars bordering the orchard four small figures stole and moved softly away.,
"Billy!" she whispered, almost forgetting caution in her anxiety. "What is it?".
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