The Aeroplane Boys on the Wing - Aeroplane Chums in the Tropics by John Luther Langworthy
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went licketty split, too, as if he had business over in Shelby or
Newtown. Perhaps it was only a hobo. He may have started the fire by accident, and was trying to put it out when I saw him first. Then, when I shouted, of course, he had to scoot." "What's this?" demanded Andy, kicking some object, and then seizing hold of his foot, for he had forgotten that he had no shoes on. Frank uttered a cry and picked it up. "Look here, don't you recognize this?" he asked, as he held a can up. It was Andy's turn to give vent to a low exclamation. "Why, it's our kerosene can, Frank!" he said. "That's what I thought. And it is kept on a bench just outside the kitchen door, isn't it?" demanded the other, quickly. "That's a fact. And neither of us ever brought it here. Shea, did you ever see this oil can before?" and Andy dangled it before the eyes of the watchman who had slept on his post. "I niver did the same, sor," replied the man, as he surveyed the can. "Then that settles it, Frank. The mean skunk grabbed that can and fetched it over here to spray the wall of the shed with oil and making the fire jump." |
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