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CHAPTER VI AFTERMATH,Billy removed the coat he was wearing and passed it over to his mother. She turned it inside out, and inspected it closely.,“Not yet,” answered John.,“Gee whiz!” ejaculated Bob. “This is worse than anything I’ve tackled before—ever!”,"She held out her apron, an' I lefted the lid off the pail and pours what's in it into her lap.,"We want you to finish the song you was just now singing and broke off in.",Billy sighed his relief. "Gee, but it's lucky you did," he cried. "That's the very thing Trigger Finger Tim would'a done, ain't it, Maurice?",As he looked about, he saw hanging down above him a great thing that seemed to move—to grow a little larger and then to grow a little smaller.,He leaped from the fence. "Good bye," he called back over his shoulder. "I hear old Cherry bawlin' fer her drink.","Not even to you," very gravely. There is reproof in her tone. They are standing somewhat apart, and her eyes have been turned from him. Now, as she says this, she changes her position slightly, and looks at him very earnestly. From the distant ballroom the sound of the dying music comes sadly, sweetly; a weeping fountain in a corner mourns bitterly, as it seems to Mona, tear by tear, perhaps for some lost nymph.,From this hesitating manner Bob knew that Jerry was guilty.,"You're a wonder, Kendall Major," she broke out. "Here am I all fluffed up and on positive pins and needles over this affair, while you are as calm as a picture. Don't you feel excited? Aren't you wild to hear what it is?".