"Do! Well, I reckon they'll do.

By Jiminy!--and ter think you've had this up yer sleeve all this time! Well, I'll believe anythin' of yer now--anythin'! You can't stump me with nuthin'! Come on." And he hurriedly led the way toward the house.
"But they weren't up my sleeve," corrected David, as he tried to keep up with the long strides of the man.

"I SAID they were in the cupboard in my room." There was no answer.

Larson had reached the porch steps, and had paused there hesitatingly.

From the kitchen still came the sound of sobs.
Aside from that there was silence.