“Here! I—oh, please sir, don’t sir—don’t sir,—it was that other boy, sir, it wasn’t me, sir. It was—was—it was—why, what games are you up to now!”
“Hush! Bob. Quick! Let’s run.”
“Run!” said Bob excitedly, as the frightened boy clung to him. “I thought they’d come.”
“Yes, they’re calling to one another in the wood,” whispered Dexter excitedly; “and there was a horrid something flew up, and shrieked out.”
“Why, I heerd it, and dreamed it was you.”
“Come away—come away!” cried Dexter. “There, hark!”
Hoi hoi—hoi hoi! came from not far away.
“Ha, ha, ha!” laughed Bob. “You are a one!” and putting his hands to his mouth, to Dexter’s great astonishment he produced a very good imitation of the cry.
“Why, you’ll have them hear us and come,” he whispered.
“Yah! you are a coward! Why, it’s an old howl.”