"It's go ahead now; we've gone too far to draw back." "That's the line of talk," grinned Bill, "and when we've each got fifty dollars in our pockets, silenced Hank with a golden gag and had our revenge on those kids, we'll be able to talk over future plans.

I'm sick of school.

I hate the idea of going back there.

I've half a mind to strike out for the West anyway." "Do you think I could get a job on your cousin's ranch ?" asked Jack.
"I don't doubt it a bit," rejoined Bill.

"You're a good, husky chap, and brawn and muscle is what they need in the West." "Yes, I'm husky, all right," conceded Jack modestly.