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The shower was over in a few moments and all prepared to leave the barn for the house.,“I think you’ve broke my neck, kid,” he said, feebly, as quaking Billy helped him to his feet.,A pretty little figger,,Thus interrogated, the boy who had caught but one fleeting word of the sentence, reddened, and shuffling his feet, said he’d “often rode a wild cayuse.”,The man faced her abruptly. “The devil he knows!”,With a boy’s cunning and swiftness Billy made a running creep through the underbrush up the steep mountain side. From a peephole higher up he stopped, breathless, and watched them beat the chaparral round about where he had stood; saw them go down into the road, look each way, turn and scan the mountain; and at last slink off, one to the house, the other to the vineyard.,“Run, Billy! You left the door open—she’ll get the dinner!” Mrs. Bennett cautioned, hurrying out herself to reckon the loss.,Bouncer barked at Billy’s heels. Geewhillikins chased an imaginary foe down the hill, and Jerusalem Crickets crept stealthily along the upper support of the side picket fence, trailing a venturesome sparrow.,Why, it was going to be fine to work! Why had she not known it before?,“An’ where did you hear it, my dear?” she queried, cautiously feeling her way.,“My papa told me to be a very brave little girl, and no matter what happened to take care of my mama. And now—I’ve l-lost her; and my braveness is all leaking away.” She covered her face with her hands and sobbed bitterly.,CHAPTER VI.—AN EVENING IN THE WOPP PARLOR..