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and this he could not bring himself to do, even if the request was likely to be granted. "Where's the boy?" asked his wife, as, after unharnessing his horse, he went into the house. "I don't know where he is," answered Bickford, in a surly tone. "Didn't you find him?" "Yes, I found him." "Wouldn't he come back?" "He didn't." "I'd have made him if I were you." "Perhaps you would, and then perhaps you wouldn't. Perhaps you couldn't." "You don't mean to say, Aaron Bickford, that you let a whippersnapper like that defy you?" "What could I do against a man eight feet high?" "Goodness, Mr. Bickford, have you been drinking?" ejaculated his wife. "No, I haven't been drinking." "Do you mean to tell me that boy is eight feet high?" "No, I don't mean to tell you the boy is eight feet high. But I won't answer any more foolish questions till you give me something to eat. I am fairly faint with hunger." "Sit down, then, and I hope after you've gratified your appetite you'll be a little less mysterious." Mrs. Bickford was privately of opinion that her husband had stopped at some drinking place--otherwise why should he prate of men eight feet tall? Aaron Bickford ate almost ravenously, though the food set before him was not calculated to gratify the taste of an epicure. But all things are acceptable to an empty stomach. When he seemed to be satisfied, his wife began anew. "Who is it that is eight feet high?" she asked. "The giant at the circus." "What did you have to do with him?" "Not much, but he had something to do with me," answered Bickford, grimly. "How is that?" "I overhauled the boy, and was dragging him back to the wagon, when this fellow hove in sight. It seems he knew the young rascal, and took his part. He seized me as easily as you would take up a cat, and flung me over the fence." "I wish I'd been there!" exclaimed Mrs. Bickford, angrily. "What could you have done. You would have been flung over too," said her husband, contemptuously. "I would have got a good grip of his hair, and I guess that would have made him let go." "You'd have to stand on a ladder, then." "So the boy got away?" "Of course he did." "And where did he go?" "I expect he went to the circus along with William Morris." "Was that boy with him?" "Yes." "They were pretty well matched. What can they do at the circus?" "I don't know. Perhaps their long-legged friend will g
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