" "'Ouns!" ejaculated Terence, in alarm, "would you turn snitch on your old pal, Quilt?" "Ay, if he plays a-cross," returned Quilt. “Perhaps that is only sleeping,” he said. Her aunt leaped unhappily to the thought of penitence. “My mom is making duck. "Ruth?" Silence for a moment. ” For the moment her aunt could not think of any reply to this counterstroke, and Ann Veronica followed up her advantage by a sudden inquiry about her abandoned boots. Maggot, dealing him a buffet that sent him reeling several yards backwards. Another horn now resounded from the further extremity of the thoroughfare; this was answered by a third; and presently a fourth, and more remote blast, took up the note of alarm. " CHAPTER XIII.
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