And you must promise me--" "I'll promise, mother.

And don't you go and trust old Colorou an inch.
He was jumping higher than any of 'em, and shaking his tomahawk and yelling--he'd have scalped me right there if he'd seen me watching 'em.
Mother, I'm going to find father and tell him.

And you may as well be packing up, and--don't leave my guitar for them to smash, will you, mother ?" His mother laughed then and pushed him toward the door.

She had an idea of her own and she did not want to be hindered now in putting it into action.

Up the creek, in the bank behind a clump of willows, was a small cave--or a large niche, one might call it--where many household treasures might be safely hidden, if one went carefully, wading in the creek to hide the tracks.