"He won't shoot you; but he'll beat you at this game, I'll bet a hoss, and me, too, and make us both as 'shamed of ourselves as dogs with tin-kittles to their tails.

You don't know the master, though he did duck you.

But he'll larn you a good lesson this time, and me too, like as not." And Bud soon snored again, but Hank shook with fear every time he looked at the blackness outside the windows.

He was sure he heard foot-falls.

He would have given anything to have been at home.
When morning came, the pupils began to gather early.