“GO FOR BATTEN. I’M RIGHT HERE, AND I’LL LOOK AFTER BILL”
“GO FOR BATTEN. I’M RIGHT HERE, AND I’LL LOOK AFTER BILL”
THERE, CROUCHING ON THE BROW, WAS THE FIGURE OF A MAN
“FELLERS, THE GUARD’S GOT LOOSE, AND HE’S WAITIN’ FOR US TO COME DOWN”
“JUST RUNG TWICE RIGHT UNDER MY NOSE”
SAMMY GRUNTED WHEN HE GOT THE FULL WEIGHT OF IT
HE LET OUT A YELL AS LOUD AS A LOCOMOTIVE WHISTLE
“YOU GIT RIGHT OUT OF HERE! G-G-GIT!”
MARK TIDD
CHAPTER I
My name is Martin—James Briggs Martin—butalmost everybody calls me Tallow,because once when I was younger I saw oldUncle Ike Bond rubbing tallow on his boots toshine them, and then hurried home and fixedmine up with the stub o