Billy received the boodle as if it had been chewing gum or a soiled

handkerchief, and stuffed it indifferently into his already bulging

pocket in a crumple as if it were not worth the effort.

"A'rright. I'll be here!" he declared, and mounting his wheel with an

air of finality, sailed away down the platform, curved off the high

step with a bump into the road and coasted down the road below the

tunnel toward Monopoly, leaving Sabbath Valley glistening in the

sunshine off to the right. With all that money in his pocket what was

the use of going back to Sabbath Valley for his lunch and making his

trip a good two miles farther? He would beat the baseball team to it.

The thick one stood disconsolately, his grimy cap in his hand and

scratched his dusty head of curls in a troubled way.

"Gosh!" he said wrathfully, "The little devil! Now I don't know what

he'll do. I wonder--! But what else could I do?"




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