“And my scarf pin.”
“And my sleeve buttons.”
“And my seal ring.”
The boys watched the sleighs intently until they were drawn out of sight.
“What do you suppose they’ll do to the thieves if they catch them?” wondered Bobby.
“I don’t know,” said Mouser, whose notions of legal procedure were woefully indistinct. “Hang them, maybe.”
“Not so bad as that,” objected Pee Wee. “But I’ll bet they get a good long term in jail.”
“Perhaps they’ll be drawn and quartered, as Mr. Stone said they ought to be,” said Fred hopefully. “What do you suppose that means anyway, fellows?”
“I’m not sure,” answered Bobby, “but I guess it means to be cut up into quarters.”
“They can cut them up into eighths for all I care,” rejoined Fred vindictively. “Especially that fellow who called me red-head.”