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John Webb, for such a slow individual, had suddenly taken on a new ih the passage bisecting the lower part of the plain two-story house and went out at the rear door In the back yard he found his nephew, George Drake, a boy of fifteen years, seated on the grass repairing a ragged, mud-stained fish-net

"Who told you you could be out o' school, young feller?" John demanded, dryly "I'll bet my life you are playin' hookey You think because your sister's the teacher you can run wild like a mountain shote My Lord, look at your clothes! I'll swear it would be hard to tell whether you've got on anything or not--that is, anything except h the creek by yourself?"

The boy, who had a fine head and profile and was stoutly built and generally good-looking, was too busy with his strings and knots to look up "Some fool left it in the creek, and it's laid there for the last o in after it, and it was all tangled up and clogged withto school to-day"

"She knehen you didn't turn up at roll-call, I bound you," Webb drawled "Say, do you know a young gal like her ain't strong enough to lick scholars as sound as they ought to be licked, and thar is some talk about appointin' some able-bodied man that lives close about to step in an' sort o' clean up two or three times a week I don't know but what I'd like the job A feller that goes as nigh naked as you do would be a bla to practise on"

"Huh!" the boy sniffed, as he tossed back his shaggy brown hair "You talkI'd like to see you try to whip ive you the chance if Dolly calls on hed "Say, I started to tell you a secret, but I won't"

"I already knohat it is," George said, with a ht in the wily fellow's snare

"Yes, you are going to get hter and threw hiet spliced The whole valley's talking about it, and hoping that it will be public like an election barbecue You with your red head and freckled face and her with her stub nose and--"