CHAPTER VIII A GREAT SECRET
The children had all swept up to the nice clean barnyard.
"I say," cried Cassowary, pushing her way among them, "what's the trouble?"
Champ was speaking—"Dad said Drunkard wasn't to be let loose till dark and it's only dusk now."
"He didn't," yelled Big Chief, "he said in blindman's holiday."
"Well, blindman's holiday is black dark."
"It isn't," said the Chief, "it's betwixt and between."
Champ took hold of Cassowary's arm and drew her forward. "You talk to him. He's a nut-head."