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Moses stared, wondering at this unusual compliment.,“It’s my doin’s, Mar,” said Betty, “I made it orl up outer my head.”,“Are you hungry, Isobel?” questioned her mother.,Billy looked up at the Italian, saw him take a pistol from his pocket, discharge it in the air, replace it, and go calmly on with his work. What could that be for? A warning? Yes; for he realized suddenly that every sound in the house had ceased. The wagon passed from sight. He could hear the voices of the men as they drove by, see the driver pointing to the house with his whip; and one of the women on the rear seat looked back as long as the house could be seen. Then the soft mysterious sounds began again.,Once Billy’s attention was fixed he was as earnest at work as at play. He slaughtered the weeds rapidly, and had several clean beds behind him when his mother called him to breakfast.,“Salute your partner,” yelled Geordie Hodgekiss, the first caller-off.,“Come, Betty Girl,” said Moses, “Mar wants you to go to bed.”,“Break it,—not now; when I tell you.”,Wait till the clouds roll by.”,CHAPTER VII.—THE LITTLE CHURCH IN THE COULEE.,“Can you drive?” he asked, anxiously, as he unhitched the horse. He noticed with a second sinking feeling that Jimmy’s face twitched with pain, that his right arm hung limp.,“He was a real little cat Moses, wasn’t he? And you—you must be Pharaoh’s son instead of daughter.” The child laughed and clapped her hands..