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“No, I reckon I’ll let you go alone. Me for the high places!” “The Greasers making a stand, I reckon,” was Ted Hoyt’s comment. “Probably a regular battle.” Bob turned to Jerry and shook his hand. “We’ve done it, old boy. We’ve beaten the Labyrinth.” To this point in his meditations had Johnny Blossom come just as he reached the telephone pole whence he could see the big entrance gates to Kingthorpe Park; and there was the handsome new carriage rolling out through the gates that very moment! Carlstrom sat on the box. My! How stylish he looked today! His moustache ends stood out in the air more stiffly than usual, and he never once glanced at Johnny Blossom standing below in the dusty road. Back in the carriage sat Miss Melling, Uncle Isaac’s housekeeper, with a white feather in her hat waving up and down. At her side lay a queer package of many yellow sticks tied together. What in the world could that be?.