After a wretched supper at Pete Jones's he found himself at the spelling-school, which, owing to the absence of Hannah, and the excitement about the burglary, was a dull affair.

Half the evening was spent in talking in little knots.

Pete Jones had taken the afflicted "Dutchman" under his own particular supervision.
"I s'pose," said Pete, "that them air fellers what robbed your house must a come down from Jinkins Run.

They're the blamedest set up there I ever see." "Ya-as," said Schroeder, "put how did Yinkins vellers know dat I sell te medder to te Shquire, hey?
How tid Yinkins know anyting 'bout the Shquire's bayin' me dree huntert in te hard gash--hey ?" "Some scoundrels down in these 'ere parts is a-layin' in with Jinkins Run, I'll bet a hoss," said Pete.

Ralph wondered whether he'd bet the one with the white left forefoot and the white nose.