building, and with her was a little boy who never went abroad
alone, nor by day. And upon his left breast was a strange mark which
resembled a lily. When the bent old woman was safely in her attic room,
with bolted door behind her, she was wont to straighten up, and discard
her dingy mantle for more comfortable and becoming doublet and hose.
For years, she worked assiduously with the little boy's education. There
were three subjects in her curriculum; French, swordsmanship and hatred
of all things English, especially the reigning house of England.
The old woman had had made a tiny foil and had commenced teaching the
little boy the art of fence when he was but three years old.
"You will be the greatest swordsman in the world when you are twenty,
my son," she was wont to say, "and then you shall go out and kill many
Englishmen. Your name shall be hated and cursed the length and breadth
of England, and when you finally stand with the halter about your neck,
aha, then will I speak. Then shall they know."
The little boy did not understand it all, he only knew that he was
comfortable, and had warm clothing, and all he required to eat, and that
he would be a great man when he learned to fight with a real sword,
and had grown large enough to wield one. He also knew that he hated
Englishmen, but why, he did not know.
Way back in the uttermost recesses of his little, childish head, he
seemed to remember a time when his life and surroundings had been very
different; when, instead of this old woman, there had been many people
around him, and a sweet faced woman had held him in her arms and kissed
him, before he was taken off to bed at night; but he could not be sure,
maybe it was only a dream he remembered, for he dreamed many strange and
When the little boy was about six years of age, a strange man came to
their attic home to visit the little old woman. It was in the dusk of
the evening but the old woman did not light the cresset, and further,
she whispered to the little boy to remain in the shadows of a far corner
of the bare chamber.
The stranger was old and bent and had a great beard which hid almost
his entire face except for two piercing eyes, a great nose and a bit
of wrinkled forehead. When he spoke, he accompanied his words with many
Some reclined at length upon old straw; others squatted, Turk fashion.Page 9
"You gotta cut that if you travel with this bunch," said The Sky Pilot in a voice that was new to The Oskaloosa Kid; "and you, too, Blackie," he continued.Page 21
I have known Charles for years.Page 26
Although his clothing was soggy with rain he knew that his matches would still be dry, for this pocket and its flap he had ingeniously lined with waterproof material from a discarded slicker he had found--years of tramping having taught him the discomforts of a fireless camp.Page 27
Near the door was the great bed, and this Bridge dragged before it as an additional barricade; then, bearing nothing more from the hallway, he turned his attention to the two unconscious forms upon the floor.Page 33
You didn't miss the girl much that time--she's on the bed right in front of the door.Page 35
It's so dark in here you couldn't reco'nize no one.Page 45
"There must be some good in him," she continued, "even if he is such a desperate character; but I know he's not The Oskaloosa Kid.Page 46
"We didn't SEE anything," replied The Oskaloosa Kid; "but we heard things.Page 48
Shortly after, the water coming to the boil, Bridge lowered three eggs into it, glanced at his watch, greased one of the new cleaned stove lids with a piece of bacon rind and laid out as many strips of bacon as the lid would accommodate.Page 49
" The youth and the girl forced wan smiles; but neither spoke.Page 50
' "Say, do you know I've learned to love this Knibbs person.Page 51
Why already Jonas Prim's got a regular dee-dectiff down from Chicago, an' the board o' select-men's offered a re-ward o' fifty dollars fer the arrest an' conviction of the perpetrators of these dastardly crimes!" "Gosh!" cried Willie Case.Page 56
One hundred dollars! Willie "Goshed!" mentally even as he told his tale.Page 59
"Say," drawled Dopey Charlie.Page 77
This scenery of his made me tink there was something phoney doin', or I wouldn't have trailed him, an' its a good ting I done it, fer he hadn't ben there five minutes before along comes The Kid an' a skirt and pretty soon a nudder chicken wid a calf on a string, er mebbie it was a sheep--it was pretty husky lookin' fer a sheep though.Page 79
Columbus Blackie leaped for The Oskaloosa Kid, while The Sky Pilot seized upon Abigail Prim.Page 85
Prim," said the latter, "to be able to return Miss Prim to you so quickly and unharmed.Page 86
They just happened to meet by accident during the storm and came to the Squibbs place together.