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“Did you ever in your life!” exclaimed Tellef’s mother. “Here’s two hundred dollars, Grandmother.”,“Oh, oh! It ran—across my—foot!” she gasped, and fell over.,“Jiminy crickets! What’s happened, kid?” Billy asked, slowing up beside him.,But he could not trust Jerry, and the feeling worried him. When Sunday came around without the return of Mr. Whitney he determined to make a last effort to find out just where Jerry stood. He did not dare risk coming out into the open and asking Jerry what his suspicious movements meant. If Jerry were guilty of wrong-doing, he would at once know that Bob was onto something. In that case it was quite possible that Jerry would fire the first gun before Bob was ready to combat it.,“Rocky?” he interrupted. “You bet not. It’ll be just bully, that’s what!”,"Mind you," his mother admonished as he followed Mrs. Wilson down the path, "if you come home with wet feet into bed you go and stay 'till snow flies.",Jen shrugged his shoulders.,"How? Unarmed!" exclaimed Nelson.,Wolves are many, and vary in kind;,The deacon jumped up and reached for his hat. "Tom, I'm goin' to saddle your roan and go ask a few questions of the other farmers, if you don't mind.",“Lady of the Lake?” she finished quickly in a question. “Do you know that, too? I love it.”,"Course, if you ain't here when I get back the bargain's off. Understand?".