PAC Thornton 7th Grade List 5

It was, as Bill after ward expressed it, “during a moment of temporary mental apparition”; but we didn’t find that out till later.

There was a town down there, as flat as a flannel-cake, and called Summit, of course.

There we stored provisions.

He kept us awake for three hours, jumping up and reaching for his rifle and screeching, “Hist! pard,” in mine and Bill’s ears, as the fancied crackle of a twig or the rustle of a leaf revealed to his young imagination the stealthy approach of the outlaw band.

I went up on the peak of the little mountain and ran my eye over the vicinity.

I guess Mr. Bill will help you foil the pesky savages.”

“You’d better keep him interested,” said I, “till we get the scheme going.

“Sam,” says Bill, “I suppose you’ll think I’m a renegade, but I couldn’t help it.

“No,” says Bill, “nothing chronic except malaria and accidents.

“Great Pirates of Penzance,” says I, “of all the impudent—” But I glanced at Bill, and hesitated.