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"My brother feels these things very much," said Miss Benson, rather wishing to cut short the conversation, for she had been aware of several parts in the prayer which she knew were suggested by the peculiarity and sadness of the case before him.

"I want my son, sir," said the squire, angrily, to the captain. "I require you to produce him." "I don't know where he is," replied Captain Benson. "You have concealed him, sir." "I have not." The squire appealed to the colonel, but obtained no satisfaction, and was obliged to leave without accomplishing his purpose.

We'll do a better thing than that, if we have to let the president's party make a run for it. Get your smartest passenger flyer out on the table, head it east, and when I send for it, rush it over to couple on to the Nadia with Williams for engineer. Has Benson had any trouble in the yard?" "There has been nobody to make any.

"I say what I think about spies and fellows who would steal other men's secrets," retorted the young submarine captain. "You will hold tongue better, if you please," snapped Kamanako. "I? Hold my tongue for any scamp like you?" taunted Jack Benson. The taunt had the effect for which Jack wished. Kamanako, looking furious, dropped his dress suit case and ran angrily forward.

By the tone of their voices and their flushed cheeks, it was clear the gentlemen had already been engaged in drinking that morning. "The very thing, sir," George said gaily. "Fresh glasses, Mr. Benson! What, no glasses? Then we must have at the bowl." "Many a good man has drunk from it," says Mr.

In short, if our reading was anywhere near correct, we must have been traveling due south for six days. Bradley now relieved Benson, for we had arranged our shifts so that the latter and Olson now divided the nights, while Bradley and I alternated with one another during the days.

Please request the Officer Commanding Military Police Detachment to send out parties to try to cut off the raiders from the passes through the mountains, although I fear it is too late. Can you meet me here and confer with me? Please bring the Medical Officer of the detachment with you, as Mr. Benson is in a bad state and no civil surgeon is available for a great distance from here.

"Wal, if there's any one thing Ben Benson kin do for you, you've only jest to mention it, and consider it done a'ready." "I know it, Ben, and that is why I come. I wanted to ask you something." "Why, you're shakin' worse nor a poplar leaf, and you're as white as if you hadn't a drop of blood in your precious little body. What on arth's the matter with you, Lina?

Captain Jack raced into a little, bush-lined hollow, just in time to see Millard leap up and take to his heels. Hal Hastings lay on the ground, as though badly hurt. "Oh, you would, would you?" raged Captain Jack Benson, making a swift spurt after Millard. He caught the long-legged one, too, by the back of the fellow's coat collar. Yank! Millard was pulled over backward.

As he was standing on the hotel porch old Jarvis Benson came up, caught him by the button-hole and began a long story, to which the physician listened with such patience as he could find. When Elizabeth Mellen quitted the graveyard, she was for the moment insane. Mellen had left her alone with the dead and the man she had so hated.