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“That boy’ll sartinly spill the tea,” prophecied Mrs. Wopp, with laughing pessimism.,She glanced down the road, and swiftly around. Not a soul in sight. Obedience was inevitable.,His boyish knowledge and imagination, equal to many pictures of danger for the girl, did not extend to her captors. He never stopped to consider, nor would he have understood if he had, the plight of the criminals. He knew that two had been captured, one of whom before that had carried off May Nell; but his small newspaper reading of “gangs” of counterfeiters had given him visions of dozens of desperate criminals, terrorizing communities, and equal to any bold crime. Now in his mind’s eye he could see men skulking in the brush, listening in rooms below, only waiting to pounce on May Nell the moment she smashed the window. Oh, yes, he must hurry—hurry!,“It was shore a wonder, with the band playin’ an’ all. I never heard sich moosic, not sence the circus.”,“Whose Jethro?”,“Warsh yer ban’s, Mosey, an’ Par, an’ come on, Mar, here’s yer tea an’ crackers. Wisht I hed a piece of jelly-roll.”,“Yes—go on quick! Here come folks!”,The effulgence of Mrs. Wopp’s smile was somewhat obscured by “I told you so’s,” but the aroma of the steaming teapot soon restored its radiance.,“Now hold his head between your hands and tell him not to touch me.”,“Yes—go on quick! Here come folks!”,They will when I am bigger.”,His words had a new ring, and his mother was wise enough to respect the young independence in them. “What brought you to this decision, Billy?”.