“B-b-b-blamed old ha-ha-hayseed!” growled Tom. “Hope he ch-ch-ch-chokes!”
The four took their way down the track, Bob highly pleased to find the truthfulness of his map established; although Dan declared that a map that would lie nearly a quarter of a mile couldn’t be fairly called truthful. When they had gone a hundred yards or so the farmer hailed them.
“What is it?” shouted Bob.
“Got friends in Jericho, have you?” called the farmer.
“No,” answered Bob, adding “confound you” under his breath.
“Going to take dinner there, be you?”
“I guess so. Why?”
“Well, you go to William Hooper’s place about a mile t’other side of the village, and say Abner Wade sent you. He’ll look after you, William will.”
“Thank you,” called Bob.