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“Tom,” said Ned quickly. “He planned it and we did the work.”,MARIA DE MAZZINI.,“Yes.” Tellef cast a smiling glance at Johnny Blossom.,“She’s dead,” said Johnny.,“Did it all myself,” said Johnny Blossom, with some pride.,A subdued murmur of assent ran through the room. Yes, indeed. Of course they all knew Johnny Blossom.,Then before the conversation went further the foreman came out the door. Bob noticed for the first time how powerful was the man’s build. He was tall and rangy, yet he seemed to radiate power.,After all, should he give Miss Jorgensen a present or not? Miss Melling there was no question about. She was always giving him presents, and she wasn’t the worst person in the world, even if she was so fussy about boys wiping their feet. The last time he was at Kingthorpe she had given him a silver pencil holder without any reason whatever! It wasn’t his birthday or anything. Yes, he would certainly give her something—that was settled.,CHAPTER XV THE CAPTURE OF BOB,“Good work,” said Mr. Whitney as the boy came up. “Water slackened just in time.” Then he turned to Rutherford.,Sorrows, begone!,“I figure you won’t go away hungry,” he said in a voice Bob was surprised to find was cultivated and soft. “The old man here sees to it that we get enough. It won’t be long either. I’ll go and see. I’m sort of housekeeper as well as foreman around this hang-out. Fine job for a full-grown man.”.