"You aren't going to stay here, are you?"
"Of course. Where else should we go?"
"But the big, big moose may come back," protested Stacy, his teeth chattering.
"He is just as likely to call at some other place. I hardly think he will pay us another visit."
"Say, Tad."
"What?"
"It just occurs to me. What a lucky thing for you it is that you didn't kill that—that fellow."
"Why?"
"Old Halliday would have sent you to jail for life if you had."
"I am not worrying about what the squire might do to me," laughed Butler. "I have more important matters to occupy my mind just now. Come, Chunky, get busy."