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They came to the crest of the gorge. “We’ll have to slow up and zig-zag down carefully or they’ll hear us an’ get away,” Billy suggested.,“We’re seven,” came the echo.,“Good-by Dad and Mar and Mosey,” called Betty as she sped down the path toward the school-house.,“What is Fuji Mamas?”,“‘Mosey’? Does that mean ‘little Moses’?”,“Billy, you’re a wise guy. This beats Maskey’s,” Harold declared.,Was there to be another murder? Ought he to call? If he did wouldn’t they turn on him—kill him? No matter. Some one might be on the road and hear. And he could run pretty fast. Anyway he must risk it.,“What’s the trouble, dear? What were you afraid of?” she enquired, as she raised him to his feet.,“Yes, when you and sister turn gray getting it out of me. No, I’m going to do real work that will earn money; and I’m going to take this never-get-enough grub-basket of mine to a table where my own hands have earned the grub.”,Her wardrobe was a heavy drain on Edith’s purse, yet the young teacher delighted almost as a mother in the dainty garments that won her to extravagance.,Saw when you work in the back woodshed.”,“I suppose you have a large farm, Mr. Wopp,” said Nell Gordon..