. The Saturday evening post. he demanded, snatchuiat his property. Gangleshanks backed away, then turneand ran toward the barn. Beany sprangthis feet and started after him. Thoughmust have cost him great pain, he didneven limp. There! said Gangleshanks, stoppirtriumphantly and handing him the nick*I knew that was the kind of a sprain*ankle you had. Gee whiz, I never sasuch a baby! Beany, finding himself in a comeslipped out of it by the simple expedient iignoring the subject entirely. I bet you one thing! he said. I betcan stump you! Les see you! Beany thought for a moment; theplacing his head
. The Saturday evening post. he demanded, snatchuiat his property. Gangleshanks backed away, then turneand ran toward the barn. Beany sprangthis feet and started after him. Thoughmust have cost him great pain, he didneven limp. There! said Gangleshanks, stoppirtriumphantly and handing him the nick*I knew that was the kind of a sprain*ankle you had. Gee whiz, I never sasuch a baby! Beany, finding himself in a comeslipped out of it by the simple expedient iignoring the subject entirely. I bet you one thing! he said. I betcan stump you! Les see you! Beany thought for a moment; theplacing his head on the ground he threhis feet into the air and remained poised ftan instant upside down, while a number •curious objects fell from his pocket^Gangleshanks did the same. Beany climbea telegraph pole which stood in the rear ithe yard. He went to the top climbirspike and touched the pole above him shigh up as he could reach. Gangleshanlstretched to a point about an inch highe (Continued on Page 162) THE SATURDAY EVENING POST. W or// Outdoors Woven Where the Wool is Grown
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