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THE NEW GAME
57
end of the road to draw breath. " Crumbs ! What
a day ! "
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" Well," said William's father the next morning, " I really don't want to hear any more about it. I'm sick of hearing about that dog. I don't know why on earth you go about the countryside borrowing dogs. You've got one of your own, haven't you ? "
" Yes, but you can't have races with only one dog," protested Wilham earnestly.
But why have races ? The trouble with you, my boy, is that you're suffering from a superabundance of spirits and leisure time. There are a few logs in the wood shed. You can saw them all up into small pieces to-day. It will occupy your time and reduce your superfluous vitality."
" Me! " gasped William pale with dismay. " Me! Alone I"
" You may get your friends to help you," said his father pleasantly, even so it will, I think, take you most of the day."
William joined his friends and communicated the news.
" Jus' when we were goin' to go fishin'," he said despondently.
After yesterday's fiasco the Outlaws had decided upon fishing as a safe and pleasant pastime that couldn't go wrong.
" What makes me so mad," said Ginger, " is the thought of that ole Hubert Lane an' the others eatin' up all those things we bought an' that we sawed an' sawed for an' now we've gotter saw again—course we'll come an' help, Wilham—an'—an' I wouldn't mind so much if we could make him do a bit of the sawin'-----"
A thoughtful expression had come over William's face.
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