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"But I liardly think"-
"And I certainly know. Come! Bet's
crazy to go, end says she depends on yon
to persuade Uncle Bob the horses are
quiet."
"Miss Bettie does?" I hesitated. There
was a lump in my throat and a singing
in my ears; I was deucedly afraid of the
mad beasts myself, but then she wanted
to go, so I added: "Well, perhaps after
all they may be a little quieter soon.
And, Tom, you do ah really think
them safe?"
"Certainly I do, and Bet does, too.
She's not a bit afraid." That decided me.
4 'Tom Jones" I spoke with deep solem
nity. I knew that moment what they
felt who saw the tumbril ready to bear i
them to the hungry knife of the first '
revolution "Tom Jones, I will go, of
course. But, Tom, pray do not use that
horrid abbreviation of your cousin's
name. There are some subjects too
lacred for the profanation of slangy con
densation, and your cousin's name is"
"Bully! Youllgothen?" interrupted
the irrepressible Boomerang. "I'll wheel
'em round the block and bring 'em in
cool, you Bet."
He bounded down the stairs, sprang
into the sleigh, seized the reins, and, as
the men jumped from the hoists' heads,
was off with a flurry of snow and a
hurrah from the crowd.
