. The rod and gun club . s figure of thetramp and every thing else except the light inthe agents window out from his view, Hugginsbroke into a run, and flew along the track at thetop of his speed. He kept up the pace as longas he could stand it, and then settled down into arapid trot which carried him easily over one of thethree miles he had to cover before he could find aroof to shelter him and a bed to sleep in. I think I am all right now, soliloquized therunaway, slackening his pace to a walk and unbut-toning his heavy muffler, which felt too warmabout his neck. I tell you I am glad to see
. The rod and gun club . s figure of thetramp and every thing else except the light inthe agents window out from his view, Hugginsbroke into a run, and flew along the track at thetop of his speed. He kept up the pace as longas he could stand it, and then settled down into arapid trot which carried him easily over one of thethree miles he had to cover before he could find aroof to shelter him and a bed to sleep in. I think I am all right now, soliloquized therunaway, slackening his pace to a walk and unbut-toning his heavy muffler, which felt too warmabout his neck. I tell you I am glad to see thelast of that tramp, for I didnt at all like the looksof him. I believe hed just as soon The runaways heart seemed to stop beating. Hefaced quickly about, and there was the trampwhom he hoped he had seen for the last time,close behind him. He had easily kept pace withthe boy, stepping so exactly in time with him thatthe sound of his feet upon the frosty snow hadnot betrayed his presence. He held some object LIC LIBRARY.
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