Why, it would be awful to have Aunt Judy and poor old Lewston banged out of their beds in the middle of the night." "I should think so," said Mr.Loudon; "but the boys--I am sure about Harry--understand their business, to that extent, at least.

I don't apprehend any accidents of that kind." Kate was just about to ask her father if he feared accidents of any kind, when a shout was heard from the negroes by the roadside.
"Dar dey come!" sang out half-a-dozen voices, and, sure enough, there was the wagon slowly turning an angle of the road, with the mounted members of the Board riding close by its side.
All now was bustle and eagerness.

Everybody wanted to do something, and everybody wanted to see.

The wagon was driven up as close to the cabin as the trees would allow; the boys jumped down from their seats and saddles the horses' bridles were fastened to branches overhead; white, black, and yellow folks clustered around the wagon; and some twenty hands were proffered to aid in carrying the load into the cabin.
Harry was the grand director of affairs.

He had a good, loud voice, and it served him well on this important occasion.
"Look out, there!" he cried.