After some time it was decided to go and wake Uncle Balla, and confer with him as to the proper disposition of their captive.
He was backed by a half-a-dozen more, but the pistol, which was at old Balla's head, was his most efficient ally.
When they reached home they hunted up Uncle Balla and told him about their discovery.
The boys were half inclined to cry; Balla's look, however, set them to laughing.
And her father's farm—I heard the name of the farm as well—Balla—balla—something else—oh, Ballavalley.
