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“At him, Ted! We’ve got to keep him!” he panted as he struggled with his adversary.,It was a dangerous expedient but it was worth it, for Billy, resigned to the situation, waved back and a moment later the bucket started to swoop towards the other shore.,Another shaking of the branches. Besides some decayed ones, four good apples fell, hitting the ground with such force that these, too, were crushed or cracked. Tellef was down on the instant. My, oh, my! but they were delicious apples. Neither of the boys had ever tasted any equal to them. A sharp knock sounded on Aunt Grenertsen’s window, and Johnny hurried over there.,“Shall I come now?” asked the child, smiling.,“’Gainst rules, son,” was the man’s answer, pulling a lever which made a great bucket shoot up from the depths.,“Yes, it is like a mirror, Grandmother,” answered Tellef.,“True, so it is. I suppose you are very busy nowadays?”,Around her car the pensive Hours,,Fill the red bowls,,“Don’t bother about the oars,” said Bob, his voice echoing from the walls of the passage. “It’s too dark for ’em. Try to get a hold on the roof.”,The report of Julia's disappearance spread rapidly beyond the walls, and soon reached the ears of the marquis, who rejoiced in the circumstance, believing that she must now inevitably fall into his hands.,“Here I go,” responded Tellef. He sprang to the tree, gripped the trunk with his knees and was up in a trice. Vigorous shaking. Five big apples thumped to the ground..