20 Bosh-Bosh Oil.

“Take your offer and thanks for it,” said Blue
Face.

Gardner then threw up the marble, and in
such a way that when it fell it must roll down
the path. This it did, and Blue-Face, seeing
what was now his own property rolling rapidly
down the hill away from him, forgot everything
and dashed after it, while Gardner, seizing his
chance, flew in the other direction.

‘Good-bye, Blue-Face,” he shouted, but re-
ceiving no answer, looked back, to find no boy,
and, alas, no marble.

‘What a strange path this is,” he said, “and
how caz things disappear so quickly.”

The air was now suddenly filled with deafen-
ing barks. ‘“ Bow-wow-wow”’ in a very high key,
“bow-wow-wow” in a middle-sized key, and

’

“bow-wow-wow’” in a very low key. Gardner
stopped and looked about him, but saw no dogs.
‘oihose jane, dogs, lL know,ws ie, saidemeand
wherever they are, I am sure I hope they are
muzzled,” for he could not help feeling a bit

nervous.