Pebble” roared the little man. * dy’e call that! rock a pebble, or is game you’re tnaking of me ?’
... bottle that he still had a fast grip of and threw it with a wick aim at the little man, who jumped up as smsri « » ’ t at a blackberry, and cotch it it was coming towards him —then tucking it Under bis arm, he made Shawn low bow, with a loud laugh, ismever ...