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But a familiar sound came to his ear, and he turned to see the Doctor’s splendid bays pounding down the street, pulling the buggy almost by the taut reins. Billy followed quickly and was soon closeted with the man, who listened, first with a smile, afterward with grave attention.,A liberal application of shoe paste furnished the unfortunate victim with a startling pair of jet-black eyebrows, nearly an inch in depth. Appalled at what he saw, Moses drew from his pocket a grimy handkerchief. Dampening one corner of it in his mouth, the most expeditious thing to do under the circumstances, he carefully wiped around the outside of these funereal bands, reducing them slightly in size but also straightening their edges.,CHAPTER VIII.—BETTY VISITS THE CITY OF HER DREAMS.,“I’m going to work as soon ’s school’s out; it’s for you and May Nell, too, you know.”,“Jeth could whip your ole mongrel; but I don’t warnt him bit up,” called Moses over his shoulder as he walked away. To this taunt Clarence replied only with a hideous grimace.,The Sheriff was a small man with fair, curly hair like a girl’s; but there was that in his eye that reinforced his pistol, made the big fellow quail, the other mutter a low warning. The two lifted the chest by its strong handles and stepped out.,At this moment the dining-room door opened and the daughter of the house entered the room.,What really ailed Moses was the prospect of bolstering up the pipes again.,“Yes; he’d lick him too, if Flash wasn’t Tom’s body-guard.”,with,“O Billy!” Jean gasped, fear for the little, delicate girl in that eery place lending sympathy to her voice.,“You’re George Rideout Smith’s kid, ain’t you?”.