"That's what I want to know.

What'd he think if we went and interfered over there?
I shouldn't be surprised if he got a little rough usage before he's out of the county.

I'm told he came across Bean when he was ferretting about the other day, and that Bean gave him quite as good as he brought." "I say he's a spy," said Ribbs the butcher from his seat on the sofa.
"I hates a spy." Soon after that Mr.Masters left the room and Larry Twentyman followed him.

There was something almost ridiculous in the way the young man would follow the attorney about on these Saturday evenings,--as though he could make love to the girl by talking to the father.

But on this occasion he had something special to say.