And wasn't Beth just wonderful, though ?" "Shucks!" said Kenneth.

"She had to go and faint, like a ninny, and she cried all the way home, because she had hurt the brigand's finger." The girl's eyes were still red, but she answered the boy's scornful remark by saying, gravely: "I am sorry it had to be done.

I'll never touch a revolver again as long as I live." Uncle John gathered his brave niece into an ample embrace.
"I'm very proud of you, my dear," he said, stroking her hair lovingly, "and you mustn't pay any attention to that silly boy.

I've always known you were true blue, Beth, and now you have proved it to everyone.

It may have been a reckless thing to do, as Mr.Watson says, but you did it like a major, and saved our self-esteem as well as our money." "Hurrah for Beth!" yelled the boy, changing his colors without a blush.
"If you don't shut up, I'll box your ears," said his guardian, sternly.
Uncle John and young Ferralti were the heroes of the evening.