Howard R. Garis

“ That would give the game away.”
“We can get a Chink doctor,” spoke Peter.
“Yes, and have him give the kid some ground-up snails, or pieces of birds' nests,” exclaimed Noddy. “No, sir, no Chinese quack is going to monkey with the lad. If we have to have a doctor we'll get a good one, even though it spoils the game. I'm not going to be responsible for the lad's taking a bad turn, and maybe dying.”
“Do you think there's any danger?” asked Peter, who was beginning to wish he had never had anything to do with the gang.
“You can never tell what kids are going to do. ”

“ They tried their best to comfort the lad, but he continued to weep, and demanded to be taken to his mother and Larry.
“Can't you amuse him in some way?” the blue-handed man asked of Peter.
“I've done my best,” replied the former copy boy. “He's homesick, that's what's the matter.”
“And small blame to him,” put in Noddy. “It's a bad business all around, and I'm worried over how we'll come out of it. If the kid keeps on crying there'll be talk in the neighborhood, and that may lead to an investigation. Besides he'll make himself sick, and we'll have to send for a doctor. ”

“ We'll simply condemn the land, and then we'll get it for almost nothing. Only that process is a little slow, and we're in a hurry. Snyder and Beacham had a talk on the matter somewhere to-day, I understand, and decided the thing could be kept secret no longer. ”