“I’m here,” Mark says, “and I’m goin’ to stay. We’ve a right to be here.”
When it came to standing up for his rights Mark Tidd was the stubbornest boy that ever was. He just set like concrete, and the only way to move him was to blast him away. I suppose that’s the way to be. The Revolution was fought by men who were stubborn about standing up for their rights, but I’ve noticed that’s the kind of fellow who wears a black eye oftenest and has most lawsuits. Personally I’m for conceding a little before I get into a rumpus.
“But,” says Mark, “I’m as anxious to get a peek at our visitor as you are.”
“Only fair,” says I. “Trade him peek for peek. He’s peeked at us often enough.”
“Probably he’s peekin’ at us now,” says Binney. But as it turned out, he wasn’t—not just then.
CHAPTER VI
“When’ll Mr. Ames be out?” Plunk asked.
“Let’s see,” says I, “this is the second day we’ve been here. It’ll be five or six days before we can expect to see him.”
“So,” says Mark, “you’ve either got to s-s-stick it out till then or walk to town.”
Plunk sort of flushed. “I wasn’t thinkin’ about gettin’ to town,” says he. “I was hopin’ he’d remember to fetch a lantern or somethin’ to give us a little light.”