his lantern and Phil related a story, as we walked along, of a Chinese boy who had no oil for his lamp and caught fireflies so that he could read his books.
“Well”, piped up Ed, “there is a lot of light going to waste in the cow yard. Looking at the cow yard, we saw that it was alight with the flashing fireflies. “The fire-fly is so silly, look where he carries his lantern.”
Then an argument was started as to the place he should carry it. Suddenly our argument was cut short at the sight of four dark forms standing nearby. Their features were suggested rather than revealed. What a twist our imaginations get when a light is turned on suddenly, revealing a face which the voice does not fit.
Then the four figures started for the house, one stumbling in the dark. Just then, there was a blood curdling scream from one of the girls so piercing and frantic that we were certain that something terrible was happening. The figures just ahead seemed to be holding her. Phil had rushed forward at his sister’s first scream and suddenly, we heard him shout, “I have him”, but we did not know what “him” referred to. Shaking with fear,
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