"What, don't you be--believe in ghosts and bor--bogies, Master Mark ?" "Do I look as if I did ?" cried Mark contemptuously.

"You wait till I get well, and if you tell me then that you believe in such silly old women's tales, I'll kick you." Dummy grinned.
"You wouldn't," he said.

"But I say, Master Mark, think old Purlrose will haunt me ?" "Bah!" ejaculated Mark.

"There, come along; I want to get home and let Master Rayburn do something to my bit of a wound.

It hurts so I can hardly walk." "Here, let me carry you, Master Mark.