THE SHORT CUT One thing, I hoped they'd all go home soon so I could sit down on a log and read some more in that book.

Only lately I read it, but cracky, that doesn't make any difference when it's a good book.

I thought I'd go back to the ditch pretty soon--as soon as Ed Sawyer came with the doctor.

But anyway, I wanted to be alone now.
So I stuffed the book in my pocket and strolled over to where we had been cutting the saplings.

Then I went over close and looked at the one Skinny had been chopping.