and awaited their approach.
     They soon came up in full force, “shooting” sarcastic remarks at us about running into some-one’s house.  A couple of them even seemed about to come up on the porch, when the door open and Mr. Morlan came out.  They immediately retreated to the side-walk, venting their rage in more shafts of sarcasm, and even burning some of our colors, hoping by that, I imagine, to draw us out.  But when they saw that we were determined to stay where we were and failing to get any reply from us, they went straggling down the street, one after another, giving a few parting shots over their shoulders.
     After the last one had gone, we went into the house.  I called up home to see if either Bud or Smith had been