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A mile or two down the creek the searching party sought diligently for the little lost boy. Moses was in the lead. He had announced his adamant resolve to find St. Elmo, or perform the irrevocable feat of “bustin’.” He cherished an idea of his own as to the child’s whereabouts. A few weeks previously, on an all-day excursion, Moses had played pirates with St. Elmo and they had utilized a most delectable earthy cave for their game. “They’d look purtier, Glory, ef you’d put more colors in,” commented Mrs. Wopp. “Oh, Mr. Sheriff, you won’t send me off now, will you, when the business is just beginning?”.
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The man gave him an affectionate slap. “Go, then. You’re a right game kid, sure.” Moses’ face became as mournful as his music had been. It was as though he had suddenly realized that life was, after all, more serious than one suspects in one’s idle moments. “Yes; but some one who could take care of himself. And you didn’t expect to open dressmaking parlors.” For two days the aromas from the kitchen had been such as to dispel the gloom from Moses’ countenance, and hope and anticipation blended on his youthful visage..
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