I want another term off this county if I can get it.

Don't go get me in bad." "I won't," Bud promised and hurried back to Mrs.Hanson's house.
That estimable lady was patting butter in a wooden bowl when Bud went in.

She turned and brushed a wisp of gray hair from her face with her fore arm and sh-shed him into silent stepping, motioning toward an inner room.

Bud tiptoed and looked, saw Ed Collier fast asleep, swaddled in a blanket, and grinned his approval.
He made sure that the sleep was genuine, also that the blanket swaddling was efficient.

Moreover, he discovered that Mrs.Hanson had very prudently attached a thin wire to the foot of the blanket cocoon, had passed the wire through a knot hole in a cupboard set into the partition, and to a sheep bell which she no doubt expected to ring upon provocation--such as a prisoner struggling to release his feet from a gray blanket fastened with many large safety pins.
"He went right to sleep, the minute I'd fed him and tied him snug," Mrs.Hanson murmured.