That was Tom's great secret - the scheme to return home with his brother pirates and attend their own funerals. They had paddled over to the Missouri shore on a log, at dusk on Saturday, landing five

"Why, she was here! Did you dream any more?" "Oh, lots. But it's so dim, now." "Well, try to recollect - can't you?" "Somehow it seems to me that the wind - the wind blowed the - the - " "Try harder,

"And then there was a whole lot of talk 'bout dragging the river for us, and 'bout having the funeral Sunday, and then you and old Miss Harper hugged and cried, and she went." "It happened just so! It