Mr. Holman said to Doby: "I can see the judge coming now. We will stop him. You must speak to him yourself. It will please his sense of justice to have you demand reparation because you feel sure of his kindness. When he gives you the knife he will give you his affection with it. He will be your friend for life."
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THE SPELLING-MATCH
The Carving of a Great Name
"I WONDER who that other boy is," and Obadiah Holman stared at a slim little fellow, dark and serious-looking, who was having hard work to keep step with his long-legged father.
A group of men and boys were trudging through the big woods in Spencer County, Indiana.
Several movers from Kentucky had fallen in with the wagon-train of emigrants to which the Holman boy's father belonged, and together the men of both companies were looking over a section of land.
"Out of breath, Doby?" asked Mr. Holman.
Doby was out of breath, so he nodded.