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"Speak lower," said the old woman, "or you may be heard. We have no good food because there is a great snake here who is the chief of the camp. He takes all the best pieces. He lives over there in that snake-painted lodge.",To say which of the twain is master.,They placed the money back in the box and bag. Then Billy, picking up the treasure, spoke gently.,Mrs. Wilson caught her breath, but whatever objections her mind raised against the last named remained unuttered. All she said was. "This is your party, Willium. Anybody else, now?","It is really nothing," says Nolly, feverishly. "You have all heard it before.","Will you have something to eat Geoffrey?" says Mona.,Dorothy, feeling snubbed, subsides into silence and the shadow that envelopes the lounge on which she is sitting.,"Yep," Billy admitted, slowly, "that's it. He's all right in lots of ways, but in other ways——","Couple of shooters from Cleveland. One of 'em's a big, strong feller, an' he ain't as near done up as the other. I started 'em to shore along the rush-track. They'll be all hunky so long as they keep goin'. We best get 'em to the nearest house.",Here she produced a picture of a nest of young robins, their beaks wide open for a tempting morsel hanging from the bill of father robin.,"Oh, he is only called Sir Nicholas. Nobody thinks much of that. A baronet is really never of the slightest importance," says Geoffrey, anxiously, feeling exactly as if he were making an apology for his brother.,And if the girls don’t love me now.