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It lay deserted for the time being amid war wreck and ruin, its roof battered in, its stone walls crumbling. Still it promised temporary shelter. Blaine had vanished. Had his plane gone down? Was he smitten by a stray bullet? Had his plane, unguided, crashed to the earth? Would he, Bangs, live to?
"Captain, my boy," said Bangs, "I honor your profession; but, nevertheless, have no great desire to belong to it. I am satisfied that no persuasion or bribery can ever induce me to make my home on the deep; and, indeed, viewing the thing closely " "By the mark two fathoms less three quarters," called out the leadsman.
"We run afoul of each other over to the graveyard," he grunted. "Well, Martha, I don't know what more there is to say about about that thing. I've told you all I know, I cal'late." "But I want to talk a little more about it, Cap'n Jeth. If Mr. Bangs will excuse us we'll go out into the dinin' room. Primmie's up in her room by this time. You will excuse us, won't you, Mr. Bangs?
Galusha wonderingly gazed after him, shook his head, and then moved slowly up the path to the house. Primmie opened the door for him. Her eyes were snapping. "Hello, Mr. Bangs!" she said. "I 'most wisht he'd drop down dead and then freeze to death in a snowbank, that's what I wish." Galusha blinked. "Why, bless my soul!" he exclaimed. "Of whom are you speaking?" "That everlastin' Raish Pulcifer.
The phlegmatic Zacheus, whose left leg had been crossed above his right, now reversed the crossing. "A-ll right er Pansy Blossom," he drawled. "What is it you're trying to tell us you know? Heave it overboard." "Hey?... Oh, I mean I've remembered what 'twas I wanted to ask you, Mr. Bangs. Me and Zach was talkin' about Miss Martha.
They saw her close the window, and, drawing a chair close to it, sit down and stare out through the pane, still with that intent, impersonal expression. Bangs strolled back to the dressing-case and resumed his interrupted toilet. Laurie, fumbling vaguely with his brushes, kept his eyes on the girl in the mirror. "Do you suppose we could see her if we went out on the street?" he asked, suddenly.
He talked right up to the boss about patriotism and our duty to the returned soldier, until he made the old tyrant look like ten cents! And then he come right out and said if Mr. Bangs couldn't offer you anything better he could." "What did he say to that?" asked Quin. "He curled up his lip and asked Mr. Ranny why he didn't engage you for a private secretary, and if you'll believe me Mr.
Philippina’s whole bearing had something of the monstrous about it. Even her dress was picturesque, adventuresome. Her great brown straw hat, with the ribbon sticking straight up in the air, was shoved on to the back of her head so as not to spoil the effect of the fashionable bangs that hung down over her forehead.
I know you're one of the don't-believers, Martha, and I guess likely Bangs is, but never mind. The door's open if you want to come. Maybe you'll hear somethin' that'll lead you to the light; let's hope so. Anyhow, Lulie wants you." It will be noticed that Primmie's name was not mentioned in the invitation, but that did not prevent her acceptance.
For three years Rile and Bangs had been inseparable, riding together on every job, and the shaggy youth topped off the animals in Foster's string before the older man would mount them. As Bangs went about his work his faded blue eyes were ever turned toward the Three Bar boss who stood in the door of the blacksmith shop. The girl was vaguely troubled as she noted this.
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