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“If you wish to do so.”,“He’s been pushin’ up the daisies fer thirty years, I ain’t goin’ to warble to please no tombstun.” Moses swung a ponderous foot to give emphasis to his decision.,By the time the deep apple-pie was brought in, raised in the centre by a cup, he had become facetious, and turning a mirthful countenance to Nell, he whispered audibly, “Isn’t it just like Fuji Yama?” Before Nell could answer, Betty broke in.,Moses stared, wondering at this unusual compliment.,“Yes,” Billy answered breathlessly as he leaped from the buggy; “but we’ll have to go in the way I did if you want to catch ’em sure. We can come out by the trail.”,CHAPTER III THE SURPRISE,“She’s at Vine Hill—miles away; we’ll beat her if we hurry.” His words were a bit breathless.,“We’re seven,” came the echo.,“All right Lize, I’ll jist make a note of that.”,“To be shore you kin,” was the reply, “but don’t hurry too much an’ smarsh the crockery.”,“Wartch yer team Moses,” commanded Mrs. Wopp from the back seat of the democrat.,The travellers passed on; he righted his wheel and began his slow, painful way home. It was still cloudy and the welcome darkness setting in early, shrouded him as he slipped down the least public streets and alleys to his own side gate. He put his wheel away, fed his chickens,—though they had gone to roost,—went to the cellar and brought meat and milk for dog and cats, and reconnoitred the way to the Fo’castle..