I--" "I picked up all the lunch that was worth saving," grunted Rice.

"Your mangy collie trampled the rest of it, when he ran down here at us.

I wisht it'd had strychnia in it and he'd et it! We'll go eat our dinner over to the village.

And, before we go, I got this much more to say to YOU:--If--" "Before you go," interrupted the Master, shifting himself and Lad between Higham and the canoe, "before you go, let me remind you that you've left a lot of litter on my clean lawn; and that I asked you to clean it up." "Go clean it up, yourself!" snapped Rice, from the boat.

"This upstage talk about 'trespassing' makes me sick! As soon as a guy has a three-dollar patch of bum land (with a mortgage eating it up, most likely), he always blats about 'trespassing' whenever decent folks happens to walk on it.