Chapter 3: The Long RIFLE
, ;I ran . I ran till I couldnt breatill I kept on running. Somet, and do. Up I jumped, and t even a wolf could me.
quot;At last I came out of tood all ting to be let t to the house.
quot;My fat makes you so late? Been playing by t;I looked do my feet, and t one big-toe nail orn clean off. I I felt it till t minute.”
Pa alopped telling tory ed until Laura said: quot;Go on! Pa! Please go on.”
quot;ell, Pa said, t out into t a stout sco t I o mind er t.
A big boy nine years old is old enougo remember to mind, I tell you to do, old, no o you.“
quot;Yes, yes, Pa! quot; Laura ;And t did ; quot; in ter dark, and you have been scared by a screech-owl.