Bruce gripped Old Hosie’s arm.
“What’s this mean?”
“It means we’ve got to run for it!” And so saying the old man, with a surprising burst of speed left over from his younger years, dragged his nephew up the walk and through the rear door of the Court House, which he quickly locked upon their clamorous pursuers.
Bruce stared at his uncle in bewilderment.
“Hosie—Hosie—what’s this mean?”
The old man’s leathery face was twitching in a manner remarkable to behold.
“Drat it,” he grumbled, with a quaver in his voice, “why don’t you read the Express and keep up with the news!”
“What’s this mean?” demanded Bruce.
“Well, here’s a copy of your old rag. Read it and see for yourself.”