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Olea the cook knitted slowly and thoughtfully.,Heals and not wounds; does good; helps the needy. Johnny sat staring at his Uncle Isaac. Deep within his heart there lay a weight, a sadness. It was the thought of Tellef Olsen’s fishing rod that he had broken to smithereens—Tellef’s, who had to go fishing every day or his mother and the children would have nothing to eat; and of the jacket all split, too,—the only one Tellef had.,Oh, but it was horrid, having to go along the streets with him! Nils should have his pay for getting them into this trouble! At the police station their names were recorded and then the boys were allowed to go. Johnny Blossom, shamefaced and troubled, ran straight home.,“No, I do not believe he is.”,“Well, well!” exclaimed Madame Bakke in delight. “Am I to go to Kingthorpe?”,“Nils was so happy over the cakes. He took them home to that sick boy of his.”,Since becoming an aide to the Chief, Bob had not entirely given up his unofficial inspection trips. The dam and all the operations that were the building of it still fascinated him and his spare time was given to roaming over the job. So good an observer was he, that time after time he surprised Mr. Whitney with his knowledge of some obscure detail of the work.,“True, so it is. I suppose you are very busy nowadays?”,He advanced softly to the window, and beheld in a small room, which was less decayed than the rest of the edifice, a group of men, who, from the savageness of their looks, and from their dress, appeared to be banditti. They surrounded a man who lay on the ground wounded, and bathed in blood, and who it was very evident had uttered the groans heard by the count.,And on prudence so gallantly trample,,The man Jerry had addressed as Link got up and gravely extended his hand to Bob.,The others went each in turn, all making fine speed. Johnny Blossom gave Bob two lumps of sugar after every trip..