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Budd Boyd's Triumph; or, The Boy-Firm of Fox Island

There is no knowing what old Benton will do to you for losing his cart and oxen. You'd better go back to the island with me, and let him think you are dead."
"No," said Budd. "My duty is to go to him and tell him the whole story, let the consequences be what they may, and I shall do it."
"I always did admire pluck," replied Judd, in undisguised admiration, "and you have it. I'd rather take your sail of last night than go back and face the old tyrant. Only, if he kicks you off of the farm, remember you are welcome to go pards with me on the island. It's better than no place to lay your head."
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Budd Boyd's Triumph; or, The Boy-Firm of Fox Island

As though stricken with panic, and bent on suicide, the cetacean fled onward until opposite the huge cliff on the west shore of the bay known as Thurston's Rocks, and then it turned and ran directly inshore.
"It is sure death to go in there," muttered Budd at this movement of his steed, "and I don't propose to go on to that cliff with you."
With knife raised he waited until the porpoise was within a few rods of the shore; then with a quick stroke he severed the rope, and dropping the knife, seized his oars.
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Budd Boyd's Triumph; or, The Boy-Firm of Fox Island

Into all the work of the young partners Mr. Boyd had entered with zest; and under the healthful exercise and invigorating sea-air his usually slender frame grew strong, his muscles toughened perceptibly, and so hearty an appetite was created that he himself laughingly declared he had never eaten so in his life, and he guessed it never would be satisfied.
There was another inmate of the island home now, also. One day Judd had taken a trip up to the State Farm, and when he returned his father came with him, sober and in his right mind.
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