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“Can you drive?” he asked, anxiously, as he unhitched the horse. He noticed with a second sinking feeling that Jimmy’s face twitched with pain, that his right arm hung limp.,‘The antlered monarch of the waste,“Why yes Betty, what do you suppose they will talk about?”,“You must do it,” he spelled. His stiffened fingers must have carried authority, for she nodded; and he saw her get a chair and stand with it, ready to do his bidding.,The bun in question must have had great dynamic force, the tail of Jethro bearing evidence to the internal power generated.,“Sometimes yes an’ orftener no. I’d hate to leave Betty an’ the pinto.”,“Yet let him sleep downstairs,” Edith persisted.,“Heavens to Betsey! We’ll do it!”,“It’s been the best ever,” Jean said, happily.,Dim religious lights from stained glass windows shone through the church and falling on the boy chilled him to the marrow.,He had not gone far when Moses caught up to him, “Please, Mister, here is three buttings orff yer vest, I guess.” His hilarity was not under strict control and again he broke into uproarious laughter.,CHAPTER VIII.—BETTY VISITS THE CITY OF HER DREAMS..