. Mark Tidd; his adventures and strategies . for the boat. I made for the orchard and crouched downin a fence corner where I could get a goodsight at the bell. Id filled my pockets chockfull of the best stones I could find, nice roundfellows about the size of marbles, and therewere new rubbers on my sling-shot. I hadnttaken any chances. When I was all settled Igot to my knees and let her fly. The first timeI missed, but the second time the old bell wentglang. I scrouged down out of sight andwaited. In a minute old Mr. Willis stuckhis head out of the door, his eyes bulging, andlooked all over.
. Mark Tidd; his adventures and strategies . for the boat. I made for the orchard and crouched downin a fence corner where I could get a goodsight at the bell. Id filled my pockets chockfull of the best stones I could find, nice roundfellows about the size of marbles, and therewere new rubbers on my sling-shot. I hadnttaken any chances. When I was all settled Igot to my knees and let her fly. The first timeI missed, but the second time the old bell wentglang. I scrouged down out of sight andwaited. In a minute old Mr. Willis stuckhis head out of the door, his eyes bulging, andlooked all over. He stood there quite awhile,sort of undecided. Then he turned his back,and at that I shot again. Glang went the bell,and he jumped a foot. When he landed hewas turned all the way around. Hey! Mr. Batten! Mr. Batten! heyelled. Batten came running to the door to knowwhat was the matter. Willis was excited andtalked loud, so I could hear every word hesaid. He started in by telling how the bell rang the other day with nobody to ring it, and 166. T Bui • • £N FOU N»ATIO*« MARK TIDD how the dog had yelped, and how somethinghad slammed the door when he went aint natral, he squeaked. I dunnowhats doin it, but it aint the hand of , siree! And here shes just rung twiceright under my nose. Bosh! says Batten. Youre nervousand dreaming. Didnt you hear that there bell ring? I was in the front of the house working;I didnt notice anything. They were facing each other and not look-ing toward the bell at all, so I let her haveanother one. Glang she went, and I thoughtWillis was going to fall off the steps. There!he yelled, shaking his skinny hand in Battensface. There, maybe you heard that, eh?Maybe I was dreaming then. Now, tell mewhat made that. Who rung it? No humanbein rung it, I say. Somethings gone wrongwith this place, it has! Its ghosts, thatswhat it is; and Im a-goin to pack and gitfor town. Ghosts! snorts Batten. Bosh! Buthe didnt look easy in his mind, and waswatchi
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