CHAPTER XXIXFor five days, then, everything had gone pretty well, and I was set for smiling at the whole world, with the exception of the trouble with Shorty, and I hoped that in time I should be able to see a way to smooth even that over, pretty well. I really began to think that I had beaten the game—God forgive me, because right then was when the blow fell.
I mustn’t get ahead of the game. When I come to write about the terrible time that was coming, I want to go slow and easy, and show you everything just as it happened, beginning with the night that I waked up and found Pepillo sneaking out of the room.
He always slept yonder in a corner of the room, sticking to his goatskins, though I noticed that finally he sneaked a mattress under the skin, and so he was fixed pretty comfortable.
