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'We'd better run,' said Hope, ' 'er we'll git swore at.'
I looked about me in a panic for some place to hide the party, but
Abe was coming fast and there was only time to pick up clubs and
stand our ground.
'Here!' the man shouted as he pulled up along side of us, 'where ye
goin' with that dog?'
'Go 'way,' I answered, between anger and tears, lifting my club in a
threatening manner.
He laughed then - a loud guffaw that rang in the near woods.
'What'll ye give me,' he asked leaning forward, his elbows on his
knees, 'What'll ye give me if I don't kill him?'
I thought a moment. Then I put my hand in my pocket and
presently took out my jack-knife - that treasure Uncle Eb had
bought for me - and looked at it fondly.
Then I offered it to him.
Again he laughed loudly.
'Anything else?' he demanded while Hope sat hugging the old dog
that was licking her hands.
'Got forty cents that I saved for the fair,' said I promptly.
Abe backed his horse and turned in the road.
'Wall boy,' he said, 'Tell 'em I've gone home.


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