Mark Tidd: His Adventures and Strategies

I have to tell you from hearsay what happened to Mark Tidd and Sammy while I was being chased. I’ve heard it all so many times I can see it, and if I’m not careful to remember I...

We waited until we thought everybody in the house would be eating dinner, and then we rowed up the shore and turned into the Willis’s cut. Nobody saw us, but we didn’t breathe e...

One o’clock in the morning is a creepy time, even if the moon is shining, and it’s a good sight more creepy when you know something has happened. I hurried up to walk beside Mar...

It was early in the morning yet—before seven. Folks in Wicksville were just getting up, but it seemed to Mark and me that we’d been awake a week. For a while we didn’t do anythi...

Mark Tidd’s father was walking up and down the parlor with a volume of the _Decline and Fall_ in his hand when the pompous man with the silk hat rapped at the door. Mr. Tidd wou...

Pretty soon we couldn’t even hear the tin-peddler’s whistle, and Mark got up onto his feet, painful-like. He stretched, which was taking a chance on busting out some seams, and...

Did you ever try to sleep on a rattlesnake-proof bed on a poison-ivy island? Well, if that was all there was to it it isn’t likely you’d drop right off into a doze and have plea...

If we’d known what a trouble Sammy was going to be to us all through the winter, I guess we’d have been more careful about making him our ward. But we’d done it, and there was n...

I scrambled along, edging up toward the top of the bank, and when I got there I started to run along on the level ground. I couldn’t run very fast on account of the underbrush a...

Right up till snow was on the ground the Ku Klux Klan used to meet in the cave. We would go up there Saturday mornings, all coming by different roads, and when we met there woul...

“I ain’t sure,” says he, with a grin. “Sometimes it ain’t desirable to c-catch what you’re after. I dunno just what I’d do with a wild man if I was to get him.”

It’s lucky the schools had been closed for two weeks on account of a diphtheria scare, for it’s hard to see how we could have got along if it hadn’t been that way. We had a whol...

My name is Martin—James Briggs Martin—but almost everybody calls me Tallow, because once when I was younger I saw old Uncle Ike Bond rubbing tallow on his boots to shine them, a...

Next day Mr. Tidd went packing off to Detroit to see the patent lawyer, and we were all at the depot to send him off. So was Mrs. Tidd. She always came to see him off, she said,...

Mark crawled over to the little door and peered around. He pushed both his fat legs through and sat with his feet dangling, and I saw him begin to pinch his cheek between his th...

After a while I could hear Mark snoring inside the cave, and it made me sort of mad. Anybody would think he’d been brought up next-door neighbor to a wild man or whatever kind o...

I didn’t know what to make of it. Mark wasn’t the kind of er fellow to run away and leave me to face Batten and Bill; but, all the same, he was gone. Not a sign could we see. He...

Nothing to it, was there, except thinking of it? It would be the simplest thing in the world for Batten and Bill to come climbing right up in our faces if they were sheltered fr...

Mark Tidd wasn’t given much to exercise, but that isn’t saying he couldn’t stir around spry if there was some good reason. He never wanted to play baseball or tag or anything wh...

Mrs. Tidd was just the kind of person I thought she would be. She cooked lots of things and cooked them good; and, no matter how often Mark wanted to eat, she never said a word....

Mark was pretty quiet walking along, thinking hard what to do, or whether he had better do anything; but finally he seemed to make up his mind and hurried off faster than I ever...

Next morning Mark got a telegram from Zadok Biggs. It’s quite a thing for a boy to get a real telegram, and he was puffed up over it considerable, showing it to me and Plunk and...