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“He couldn’t help it!” cried the boy, horrified that what he had done might get someone else into trouble. “I jumped the bucket in the mixing plant and I was halfway across before Billy ever saw me!”,Icy and chill,,“Good-by.” He bowed, his little naked heels put together in most formal manner.,Billy had been a sport! He had shot Bob just as far over as he could and the boy was correspondingly grateful.,“Not so’s you could notice it!” exclaimed Bob indignantly. “I’ve made up my mind but it’s to stay right here!”,“Tell me all about it.”,He revolved the means which might effect his purpose—he saw but one—this was the death of the marchioness.,They disputed over this a long time.,“Listen, kid! Someone will let you out o’ there before you starve. And I’ll be camped right here until the thing that’s goin’ to happen, happens. You might jest as well make yourself at home and stop worrying, ’cause it won’t get you nowheres. Good night and sweet dreams!”,After this, the moment he had swallowed his breakfast, off he would run to Kingthorpe; come home at noon, eat his dinner, and run straight out there again.,“Sit here beside me,” said Uncle Isaac. “Thank you very much for this beautiful Christmas present.” The frame stood on a table near the bed.,By the time his story was finished, a knock sounded on the door and it opened to let in Jenkins, the camp marshal..