Don't you be afraid, I will make short work of these bunco-steerers.

Stay where you are." I left Sandy kneeling there, corpse-faced but plucky and hopeful, and rode down to the pigsty, and struck up a trade with the swine-herds.

I won their gratitude by buying out all the hogs at the lump sum of sixteen pennies, which was rather above latest quotations.

I was just in time; for the Church, the lord of the manor, and the rest of the tax-gatherers would have been along next day and swept off pretty much all the stock, leaving the swine-herds very short of hogs and Sandy out of princesses.

But now the tax people could be paid in cash, and there would be a stake left besides.