But this afternoon, as Lance and me were meandering down by their cabin, we sorter turned into the woods to wait till they'd come out.

Then all of a suddent Lance stopped as rigid as a pointer that's flushed somethin', and says, 'B'gosh!' And thar, under a big redwood, sat that slimy hypocrite Bulger, twisting his long mustaches and smiling like clockwork alongside o' little Meely Baker--you know her, the pootiest of the two sisters--and she smilin' back on him.

Think of it! that unknown, unwashed, longhaired tramp and bully, who must be forty if a day, and that innocent gal of sixteen.

It was simply disgustin'!" I need not say that the older cynics and critics already alluded to at once improved the occasion.

'What more could be expected?
Women, the world over, were noted for this sort of thing! This long-haired, swaggering bully, with his air of mystery, had captivated them, as he always had done since the days of Homer.