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He had left his traps,—the fight had sent all else flying out of his mind. No matter. He could set them in some vineyard. Already the short grass on the hills was brown, and many of the wild flowers were past their blooming. The rabbits would be seeking the tender green of the vines, the purpling alfalfa, standing lush and sweet, ready for mowing.,“Cleanin’ up’s next, Mose. Take my device an’ shoo away them hens an’ chickings. Mar’ll be home soon.”,“Oh, don’t wait for me,” Billy exclaimed, opening his eyes suddenly; “you won’t catch ’em! The fire’ll get there first! Hurry! Leave me alone, I tell you!”,“Oh ’bout the fairies an’ stars an’ lovely things that grownups know nothin’ about.”,“Now then,,CHAPTER X SIR THOMAS KATZENSTEIN,“But you haven’t told us what hurries you so,” Jean called, while Billy was already sprinting away.,“O Billy!” Jean gasped, fear for the little, delicate girl in that eery place lending sympathy to her voice.,BILLY, Flash is the cleverest cat ever!” May Nell exclaimed as she bounded in some days later.,The strains of “Red Wing” having died away, Mrs. Wopp busied herself setting up the crokinole board. “Me and Par won’t play, jist the young folks,” she announced.,“WILLIAM TELL.,“No worse ’n you, I reckon,” was the rueful response. Billy’s appearance justified Jimmy’s speech; for freckles were standing out large and ghastly from one or two very white spots on the younger boy’s battered face. “Can you get home alone?”.