Darry threw first one and then the other up into the air, while they shrieked with laughter, and he could see that Mrs. Peake was looking on approvingly, as if her desolated mother heart was warming toward this lad who had never known what it was to have any one love him.
He had been thinking much that afternoon of Paul Singleton, even repeating the name of the young man over and over, as though striving to remember whether he could have ever heard it before, which did not seem likely.
And it was not so much anticipation of the good times coming that engaged his thought as that queer look on the face of Paul while they had been talking.
What could it mean?
CHAPTER XII
THE STOLEN TRAPS
In the morning Darry occupied himself repairing the damage done by the fire.
After he had done all the chores, even to assisting Mrs. Peake wash the breakfast dishes, and there seemed nothing else to be undertaken, he took Joe's shotgun on his shoulder and walked toward the marsh.