The fact is, they don't mind very much about clo'es there, any way.

I'll come over and git ye, ye know, an' interjuce ye, and ye shall have jest as good a time as Jim Fenton can give ye." "Shall I take my rifle along ?" inquired Benedict.
"Yes, an' plenty of amanition.

There ain't no game to speak on--only a few pa'tridge; but we can shoot at a mark all day, ef we want to." Benedict tottered to his feet and came to the grated door, with his eyes all alight with hope and expectation.

"Jim, you always were a good fellow," said he, dropping his voice to a whisper, "I'll show you my improvements.

Belcher mustn't get hold of them.