"
"So you were sneaking in the barn this morning, when we thought you were
gone?" demanded Mickey.
"Easy you!" cautioned Junior. "Going after the bundle I promised Jud was
_not_ sneaking----"
"So 'twasn't," conceded Mickey, instantly. "So 'twasn't!"
He looked at Junior a second.
"You heard us, then?" he demanded. "All of it?"
"I don't know," answered Junior. "I heard what I just repeated, and what
you said about my being game, and exactly why I came back; thank you for
_that_, even if I lick you half to death in a minute--and I heard that my
own mother first fixed it up with you, and then father agreed. Oh I heard
enough----!"
"And so you got a grouch?" commented Mickey.
"Yes I did," admitted Junior. "But I got over all of it, after I'd had
time to think, but that third degree business; that made me so sore I told
Jud about it, and he said he'd help me pay you up; but we struck the same
rock you did, in giving you a bigger dose than we meant to. Honest Mickey,
Jud didn't know there was a _real_ quicksand there, and of course we
didn't dream a live snake would follow and find the one the boys hunted,
killed, and set for you this morning----"
"Awful innocent!" scoffed Mickey.
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