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Had he but dreamed on for an hour or so he would have returned, rested, refreshed, the cheery boy that helped to make the Bennett house a home. But a voice in the road above startled him. Only a word was spoken, a greeting; but it was surly and foreign, Italian.,They felt the spirit of pioneers and an immense loyalty to the Service and what it stood for. Jerry shook his hand warmly.,"Now, then," declared Scroggie, tossing his hat on the sward and drying his moist palms on his trouser-legs, "I'm goin' to black your eyes and pummel the nose off your face.","The other four sisters will make their investigation after I have finished," she announced in her shrill tones. "I have but three more questions to put to the novice.",Billy held out the pan to his chum and waited until Maurice had filled his pockets. Then he asked: "Where's she gone?","Gee! Bill, we oughta find it if we get Harry to help, but I can't see how I'm goin' to get away," said Maurice ruefully.,“No need to bother about the Greasers in camp. They won’t make any trouble.” It was the first word spoken by their captive.,"Found you," he echoed joyfully. "Found you as I have prayed through lightless days I might, some day, find you, blue-eyed girl with heart of gold; found you with your hope, your loyalty, your tenderness and your forgiveness.",“Yes.” Johnny stared at his mother’s tear-stained face.,"When folks are sure a thing's worth while, they make it go. Think of how that same party would have slumped if everybody hadn't felt it was the most serious thing in the world to make it real." Then, with a sudden pounce, she changed the subject. "I've seen your wonderful Doris Leighton, Miss Pat, and I must say I don't take very much stock in her.",Harry bowed low. Mrs. Wilson passed through the gate, beaming commendation on him from misty eyes. He closed the gate slowly, his clean shaven, wrinkled face working. He stood and watched her until the bend in the road hid her. Then, placing his tall hat jauntily on his grizzled locks, he turned and walked smartly in the opposite direction.,Jerry turned. “You’re right, I guess. It’s the Labyrinth.”.