Dent heard the noise the lad made, and while Susan was loosening the cord from her apron the man ran forward.
Bob, however, was up like a flash and ran off, but not before Dent had nearly caught him.

Then the hired man knew it would be of no use to chase the mischievous lad, as Bob was very fleet of foot.
"You wait!" cried Dent, shaking his fist at Bob.

"I'll fix you!" "You can't!" was the answer.

"I'm going on a voyage!" "I hope you never come back here!" said Dent angrily.

"I hope you get lost on a desert island where there's nothing to eat but seaweed!" "That would serve him right," added the cook "The idea of hinting for some of my doughnuts! I'll tell his mother on him." "And I'll tell his father," added Dent.
Bob was a little afraid lest Mrs.Dodson might come out, and seeing the state her employees were in, would know the lad had had a hand in it.