"He'd know just why we went away.

I came here to see what's going to happen, and I won't be chased away from here by Fred Ripley." "Let's see if Fred can have any real fun with us," proposed Dick, with a quiet smile.
"He can have fun enough with us, if he guesses why we are really here," Dave Darrin uttered resentfully.

"Ripley seems to think that money is made and supplied to him just in order that he may rub gall and wormwood into those whom he doesn't like!" Fred kept well away from Dick & Co., though the six boys saw that he occasionally sent a covert look in their direction.
"Time to begin," said the deputy sheriff, after glancing at his watch.
Up to the platform jumped the auctioneer, bell in hand.

Holding it with both hands he again rang vigorously for a full minute.
The net result was to bring one shabby-looking man, two grammar school boys without a cent of money, and three children of not over four years of age into the lot.
"Ladies and gentlemen," began the auctioneer, in his glib tones, "we are presenting to-day a most unusual opportunity.

Prizes will be distributed to many enterprising people of Gridley, though these prizes are all so valuable that I trust none of them will go for the traditional 'song.' It is seldom, indeed, in any community, however favored it may be in general, that such a diversified lot of excellent things is put under the hammer for purchase by discriminating buyers! As you all know, Colonel W.P.