"Made me think somehow of Daniel in the lions' den," said Johnny.
"What do you mean by that, Johnny?" said Bill. "It made me think of a circus. The circus there'll be when Lime's woman finds out what he's been a-doin'."
"Great Scott, boys, you mustn't tell on me," said Lime, in genuine alarm.
As for John, he lay with his head in Lime's lap, looking up at the glory of the starlit night, and with a confused mingling of the play, of the voice of the lovely woman, of the shouts and blows at the brewery in his mind, and with the murmur of the river and the roll and rumble of the wagon blending in his ears, he fell into a sleep which the rhythmic beat of the horses' hoofs did not interrupt.
[Part VI.]
VILLAGE CRONIES: A GAME OF CHECKERS AT THE GROCERY.
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The village life abounds with jokers, Shiftless, conscienceless and shrewd. |