When they were not at Mrs. Luce's gate they were tramping through
Anderson's front yard and into his house.
"Say," said "Blootch" so loudly that the crowd felt like remonstrating
with him, "what's the use of all this?"
No one responded. No one was equal to it on such short notice.
"We've got to do something besides stand around and whisper," he said.
"We've got to find Rosalie Gray."
"But good gosh!" ejaculated Isaac Porter, "they've got purty nigh a
day's start of us."
"Well, that don't matter. Anderson would do as much for us. Let's get a
move on."
"But where in thunder will we hunt?" murmured George Ray.
"To the end of the earth," announced Blootch, inflating his chest and
slapping it violently, a strangely personal proceeding, which went
unnoticed. He had reached the conclusion that his chance to be a hero
was at hand and not to be despised. Here was the opportunity to outstrip
all of his competitors in the race for Rosalie's favour. It might be
confessed that, with all his good intentions, his plans were hopelessly
vague. The group braced up a little at the sound of his heroic words.
"But the derned thing's round," was the only thing Ed Higgins could find
to say. Ed, as fickle as the wind, was once more deeply in love with
Rosalie, having switched from Miss Banks immediately after the visit to
Colonel Randall's.
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