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held her hands over her mouth to keep from
screeching with terror at the sight of those
a.palling faces. Arthur was burrowing in
among the blankets, trying to hide.

“Oh, I wish we weren’t the top of the line.
They’ll get us first!” the little girl moaned as
Mary Mulligan climbed into the cart beside her.

“There, there!” she was comforted. “Just
shut your eyes and say a prayer, darlint! Maybe
they’ll leave us be, we’ve seen them skulkin’
round before this without their showin’
fight.”

But Betty did not shut her eyes. For a
moment she forgot to be afraid, for there was
Bill doing something with a funny old flag he
had pulled from under the seat. She gazed at
him, fascinated and wondering. If it had been
agun! But just a flag.

“Look, Mully!” she whispered. “What ever
does that funny flag mean? There’s a cross in
the middle and four little beavers in the cor-
ners and on each side a big deer. Look at the
comical kind of dog at the top, or is it a fox?”

Bill had handed the reins to Jim. “The
bullock’ll stand till doomsday,” he said. “But
it’s as well to hold the lines.”

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