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“Why?” flashed Bob, quick to take advantage of Jerry’s loosened lips.,He found an old pill box, laid the Mozambique stamp carefully in it, and ran straightway to King Street.,Lives, of all, the prop to be.,“Mixer last!” snapped the girl, plugging in and ringing her call at the same time. “I’ll see if he’s still there!”,CHAPTER X Tellef’s Grandmother,A way of overcoming this obstacle came to Bob. Without wasting any more time talking he rushed down to the concrete shed to get there just as the loading gang had finished changing the great hook of the cableway from the empty bucket to a full one. The foreman had his hand raised to signal Billy to hoist away when Bob darted in and jumped onto the bucket.,“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.,“One day the Kid sent me out to rustle a hand-out. We were in Iowa at that time, just when they were bringing in the wheat harvest. I went up to a farmhouse and started my spiel on a lady who came to the door. She let me finish what I had to say, took me in and without a word gave me a big spread. But when I got through she made up for her silence. She began jawing at me just as a mother might.”,Mother stared in blank amazement.,“Boss Whitney not here,” stated the Indian. “Boss Taylor good man but not like Chief. You wait for him. Now I go send one, two my young men trail Miguel. Perhaps they catch him—Jenkins, he never catch him. He tired. Not much good trail nohow.”,“It was really shameful of those great big boys,” said Mother.,And minutes as centuries measure,.