Bobby Blake on a Plantation; Or, Lost in the Great Swamp

sed the nearness of the tragedy that had been so narrowly averted,

ard the rustling of his wings, here they were after all alive and safe

lesson to me, as the darky said when he was about to be hanged.

ompson with emphasis. "Dry land is good enough

ow you back to Belden, eh?"

go back in style. But we'll never forget till the last day of our lives what you fellows have done

he and his two com

he said, "but they'll be good-natured fights on the bas

Bill Snath, who favored them with a malicious stare in passing and uttered the word "heroes," in a sneering tone, as he went

Bill Snath?" he demanded,

eturned Snath, snapping out the e

powder, and Fred's face b

g up to Snath, who had stopped and was

tone the more confident because he could see behind Fred's back the tall fig

red replied, and was starting to unbutton his co

rned him. "Cool off now and come

Mr. Leith came by and looked curiously at the flushed face of the boy. He said nothing h

low tone to the bully. "If you have nerve enough to come somewhe

h replied. "If you were alo

ed. "But if you like, I'll go with you alone. I've ta

you," drawled Snath, feeling perfectly

to be done or said and the boys separated, Snath sauntering toward the teacher with

s past without a nasty look or word. He's getting just

take as little notice of him as I could. If you hadn't paid any attention to what he said about heroes, he'd have thought we

aimed Fred, "and no one can do t

et away with it. But as far as we can, the best thing is to let him alone. Some time or ot

's always better to go round a skunk than take a kick at him.

the school, where they found a grou

ting along who were near

his usual good nature. "Not one of them is going to kick the b

chief rivals! That's what you call

ghed Mouser. "But I'm mighty glad they're getting along all right. If any of them had d

cornfully. "You can't hear ghosts walk. Th

boys, who had involuntarily gathered a lit

ly. "Mouser had it straight when he

aid Mouser, glad o

All the books I ever read say that they don't make any noise. You can't bear them

r seemed not to b

ght," he asserted wi

ve it?" demanded

om the others. "Prove it,

g the challenge. "I know that ghosts