“I wouldn’t like to do that,” Josiah replied slowly.
“Neither would I.”
“What’er we goin’ to do ’bout it?”
“You’d better go down, an’ see what he’s got to say. P’rhaps there’ll be some way outer it.”
Josiah, followed by Tom and Bob, descended to the court, and instantly the former appeared, a loud shout went up from the escort, thus showing what they were prepared to do when Mr. Shindle should arrive.
“Well, what do you think of it?” Bill asked proudly, as he approached Josiah.
“Think of what?”
“This crowd. I reckon your father’ll be ’bout tickled to death when we give three cheers the minute he steps off the cars. Folks’ll think he’s the Governor by the time we get through yellin’.”
“But I don’t b’lieve the people at the station will want you screechin’ ’round there.”
“They’ll have to be mighty smart if they can stop us after we once get started. I’ve figgered the whole thing out, same’s it’s done when a politician comes inter town, an’ you needn’t be ’fraid but we’ll do it right up in style.”