. St. Nicholas [serial] . r sawing and pilingwhat, in his estimation, wasan economic sufficiency ofwood, and without waiting forhis estimate to be verified,Pinkey quietly departed byway of the back fence, andheaded cross lots for CraneCreek. As he got within sight ofFarmer Gordons hickory-grove his nutting experiencecame back vividly to hismind, and he burned for re-venge. As a rule, Pinkeysgrudges were short-lived, butthe memory of the outrage hehad suffered that day stillrankled in his bosom. As he passed the grove henoticed, about a hundredyards from the fence, a largepile of freshly dug ea
. St. Nicholas [serial] . r sawing and pilingwhat, in his estimation, wasan economic sufficiency ofwood, and without waiting forhis estimate to be verified,Pinkey quietly departed byway of the back fence, andheaded cross lots for CraneCreek. As he got within sight ofFarmer Gordons hickory-grove his nutting experiencecame back vividly to hismind, and he burned for re-venge. As a rule, Pinkeysgrudges were short-lived, butthe memory of the outrage hehad suffered that day stillrankled in his bosom. As he passed the grove henoticed, about a hundredyards from the fence, a largepile of freshly dug earth. He Saw a man bending Over the pinkey finally stopped walking and faintly tinkled the bell as a horse mouth of a new well, fromwhich he was drawing a bucket of mud anddirt. After emptying the bucket he loweredit again into the well. Then, after a few wordsto some one in the well, he picked up a smalltin pail and started toward the house, obviouslyto get some drinking-water. By intuition Pinkey felt that Old Hostetters. vvoild when standing almost still. a dollar that he could save, he was doing mostof the work himself, employing only a helper tohoist the dirt from the well. To Pinkey this seemed a most opportunetime to settle old scores. He wished for abucket of water, that he might drench him. Hecould drop something on him, but that might 1905.] PINKEY PERKINS. 875 hurt him. Pinkey did not crave bodily injuryas a revenge. But he could not let this chanceslip. Here was Old Hostetters in the well, andthe ladder he used in entering and leaving itlying on the ground outside. He thought ofstealing the ladder, but it was too heavy; and,besides, the helper could get Old Hostettersout if he did take it. Suddenly a brilliant thought flashed throughhis mind. He had hit upon a scheme thatcould not fail, and he lost no time in carryingit into effect. Keeping clear of the well, he stealthily ap-proached the old blind mare, who was quietlygrazing in the corner of the pasture, and re-mov
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