CHAPTER 7A REAL PARTY
When Sam Raeburn walked out to the Si Turner place that evening he found four signs at the four corners of the little field in which the house stood.
Halting, he shook his head. Then he called loudly, “Jimmy! Hey, Jimmy!”
“Yeah?” shrilled a voice.
“Come here!”
“Whacha want?” shrilled the voice of the unseen Jimmy.
“I want you!”
“What for?”
“Jimmy, come here!”
“I’m comin’.”
The front door of the shack opened, and Jimmy’s face appeared.
“We’re just gonna have supper,” he said. “You never seen such a spread.”
“You come on home,” said Raeburn.
Blue Barry appeared in the door behind Jimmy. “Come in, Mr. Raeburn,” said he.
Mr. Raeburn came and looked at the food that was heaped upon the table. He discovered two kinds of bread, three sorts of cakes, nuts, raisi
