He snatched up the bags, and with Lester by his side made his way down the lane with all possible haste.

When they were safe in the road, Bob drew a long breath and remarked: "That's the end of that scrape." "I don't see it," returned Lester.

"It is only the beginning of it.
Everybody in the settlement will know it before night." "Who cares if they do ?" cried Bob, who began to feel like himself, now that he was on solid ground once more.

"They can't prove that we went there to steal the quails, and we'll not confess it." "No, sir," replied Lester, emphatically.

"You're a sharp one, Bob, to make up such a plausible story on the spur of the moment, but I know the General did not believe a word of it." "So do I, but what's the odds?
Let's see him prove that I didn't tell him the truth.