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Frona slipped her mitten, which she had already put on, and the pressure was firm between them. "No," she said to Corliss, who had put on his cap and was tying the ear-flaps; "Blanche tells me the Pently's are only half a mile from here. The trail is straight. I'll not hear of any one accompanying me. "No!" This time she spoke so authoritatively that he tossed his cap into the bunk.
"Work is what he considers sordid and there is something to be said for his viewpoint, at that. He enjoys himself tramping around with a gun, spending an afternoon to catch half a dozen six-inch trout." "But it is sordid," Lawanne persisted. "Were you ever in their house?" Hollister shook his head. "It isn't as comfortable as your men's bunk house.
Before the hearth he had managed to hang the heavy quilt from his bunk, so that the flicker of the flames should not be visible from the outside. The little fire caught, blazed for a few moments, and fell to a steady glow.
When she pushed a box up to the table and sat down upon it, and rested her elbows on the oilcloth and looked straight at him with her chin nested in her two palms, he drew a long breath, hunched his shoulders with some mental surrender, and grinned wryly. "So be it," he yielded, throwing his hat upon the bunk. "I kinda overplayed my hand, anyway. I most humbly ask your pardon!"
She took it up deliberately, looked at it, and as deliberately stuck it into her belt. "It's mine, Gary," she said. "I found it in a bunk at a Circle L line camp, occupied during the storm by Kane Lawler. I thought perhaps you would like to explain how it got there." "I left it there, Gary I forgot it." "You admit you were there?" "Certainly. Why should I deny it?
Having brought a quantity of seacoal from the ship, they had made a great fire, and after the smoke was exhausted, they had stopped up the chimney and every crevice of the house. Each man then turned into his bunk for the night, "all rejoicing much in the warmth and prattling a long time with each other."
With Grauble's help I now bound von Kufner to the staunch metal leg of the bunk and we left him alone in the narrow room to ponder on the meaning of what he had heard. Outside Grauble led me over to the instrument board where the mate was stationed. "Any unusual message?" asked Grauble. "None," said the mate.
When they had all gone and the cabin was dark, save for the gleam from the nightlight which the careful mother had placed out of sight in the basin at the foot of the bunk, Harold lay a long time in a negative state, if such be possible, in so far as thought was concerned. Presently he became conscious of a movement of the child his arms; a shuddering movement, and a sort of smothered groan.
I was in a three-masted schooner off the coast of Japan. We were in a typhoon. All hands had been on deck most of the night. I was called from my bunk at seven in the morning to take the wheel. Not a stitch of canvas was set. We were running before it under bare poles, yet the schooner fairly tore along.
"Good. You and me are going to get along." Inside of the squalid shack, Jake had a cozy set-up. The filth that he encouraged out in the junkyard was not tolerated inside his shack. The dividing line was halfway across the edge of the door; the inside was as clean, neat, and shining as the outside was squalid. "You'll sleep here," said Jake, waving towards a small bedroom with a single twin bunk.
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