“Hold on, there!”
“Don’t stop me—out of the way!”
“Why, whatever is the matter with you?”
“The comet has fallen——”
“What?”
“On our barn.”
“See here——”
“Run for your life. Let me go, let me go, let me—go!”
The speaker, giving the astonished Andy Nelson a shove, had darted past him down the hill with a wild shriek, eyes bulging and hair flying in the breeze.
It was the afternoon of the day Andy had said good-by to Mr. Pierce and his friends. He was making across country on foot to strike a little railroad town, having now money enough to afford a ride to Springfield.