"Three hundred and sixty dollars a year! Couldn't I sport just as fine a hunting and fishing rig as anybody?
Can't you get it for me, father ?" "I was thinking about it on the way home, and I made up my mind that I could try.

Gordon thinks he holds the whole state of Mississippi under his thumb, but he hasn't got me there." "Nor my father, either," said Lester.

"He'll help you, Mr.Owens." "I was counting on him.

When I send in the application, I'll have to send a bond for a few hundred dollars with it." "Father will go on it, if I ask him, and I will, for I'll do anything to help Bob and beat that beggar, Dave Evans." The conversation continued for an hour or more in this strain, and when the boys had heard David and all his friends soundly abused, and Bob had provided for the spending of every cent of the money he would earn during the first year he rode the route, if his father succeeded in obtaining the appointment for him, he and Lester went out to attend to their horses and talk the matter over by themselves.

Bob was in ecstacies; and while he was counting off on his fingers the various articles he intended to purchase with his wages, Lester suddenly laid his hand on his arm.
"What's that ?" said he, in a suppressed whisper.
Bob looked in the direction indicated by his companion, and saw a dark figure creeping stealthily along the fence.