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Mrs. Bennett heard anxiety in the voices of the visitors, and came out.,“But you may have broken bones—be seriously injured.”,Up on the hillside one of the brothers still plied the hoe; and now the other came from the back door and walked down the road with his milk can in his hand. Billy had “the creeps” for a minute, and cowered closer; but no one saw him. Now was the time! He would never have such a chance again.,“Are—are you hurt bad, Jimmy?” came in a quaking voice.,“Moses stan’s on his head so’s his brains’ll filter back into place,” teased Mrs. Wopp.,“It’s my doin’s, Mar,” said Betty, “I made it orl up outer my head.”,Billy made no reply. He wondered if he ought to stay at home.,Moses, who was still in the dark as to the exact character of the entertainment planned, was all eagerness to get preliminaries over.,As he climbed down, reaching from branch to branch, very cautiously, he knew not why, he was suddenly halted by the sound of low voices. Carefully he crept nearer. A tiny hut came in view, with an open door, and the glint of fire within. A man was standing outside, smoking a pipe, yet wearing hat, coat, and gloves, as if about to set off. He was very large. His clothes were new and showy, too bright in color, too large of check. His watch chain was massive; the big diamond out of place with his colored shirt; and the soft silk handkerchief he drew from his pocket was a brilliant red, and the largest Billy had ever seen. Another man, in the doorway, was smaller and bareheaded. His sleeves were rolled up, and his hands were stained.,“Wisht I had two bits.”,A liberal application of shoe paste furnished the unfortunate victim with a startling pair of jet-black eyebrows, nearly an inch in depth. Appalled at what he saw, Moses drew from his pocket a grimy handkerchief. Dampening one corner of it in his mouth, the most expeditious thing to do under the circumstances, he carefully wiped around the outside of these funereal bands, reducing them slightly in size but also straightening their edges.,To stay the cloud that began to gather over Moses’ brow, Howard suggested going to see a vaudeville show..