Bosh-Bosh Oil. 19

«What are you bounding along in that absurd
way for?’’ he asked, and Gardner told him about
the yeast cake and begged him to let him go on
his way.

“No,” said Blue-Face, with much firmness,
“that I shall not do. JI have sat here for five
years, and shall do so for the next five. Come
again in five years, and then perhaps I will let
you pass.”

“Oh,” said Gardner, “that will be much too
late. I am in a great hurry, for I wish to get
some of the Bosh-Bosh Oil for the poor old man
at the foot of the hill. He is suffering.”

“Well,” said Blue-Face, indifferently, ‘that,
of course, is nothing to me. I cannot let you
pass.”

Gardner put his hand into his pocket and drew
forth the big red marble.

“Oh, what a beauty,” said Blue-Face ad-
miringly.

“Tt shall be yours, if you will let me pass.”

INO:

“Then it shall be yours if you can catch it.”