First I was some sore on Junior; but pretty
quick I saw how funny it was, so I got over it----"
"He should have had his neck broken!"
"Wope! Wope! Back up!" cautioned Mickey. "Nothing of the kind! You ain't
figuring on the starving, the beating, being knocked senseless, robbed of
all his clothes _twice_, and landing in the morgue with the cleaning-house
victims. Gee, Junior had reasons for his grouch!"
Douglas Bruce suddenly began to laugh wildly.
"Umhum! That's what I told you," said Mickey. "Well, that night I laid the
case before Peter, out on the hay wagon in the barnyard, so moon white you
could have read the _Herald_, the cattle grunting satisfied all around us,
katydids insisting on it emphatic, crickets chirping, and the old rooster
calling off the night watches same as he did for that first Peter, who
denied his Lord. I thought about that, as I sat and watched the big fellow
slowly whittling the rack, and once in a while putting in a question, and
when I'd told him all there was to tell, he said this: he said _sure_ Lily
was _mine_, and I had a perfect _right_ to _keep_ her; but the law _might_
butt in, 'cause there _was_ a law we couldn't evade that _could_ step in
and take her any day.
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