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"No rest for us, lads, 'cept when it blows," said the mate. "The nearest land that I know of is five hundred miles off as the crow flies. We've got a compass by good luck, so we can make for it, but the grub on board won't hold out for quarter o' that distance, so, unless we fall in with a ship, or fish jump aboard of us, ye know what's before us."
The sentry glanced left, then right. "'E's a slipping off all by 'imself down to Osborne by the 6.40 from Waterloo. Nobody knows it 'cept, o' course, just a few of us. That's 'is way all over. 'E just 'ates " A footstep sounded down the corridor. The sentry became statuesque. At Waterloo, Tommy inspected the 6.40 train.
"Couldn't find out much else, Mr. Cleek, 'cept to trace the place where the beggar 'angs out, and that's a bit of a shanty just off Saltfleet Bay, an' a stone's throw from what looks ter me very like a boat-factory of some kind.
Jack sat up cautiously, not caring to attract unfriendly interest from the dogs. "Ah want yo' to take off all yo' clothes 'cept yo' undahclothes, an' den Ah'll let down a string fo' yo' to tie 'em to," declared the mulatto, grinning.
"To make him wuss," replied Stubs promptly. "You might as well argify with a lobster as with Joe Stubs," said Bob Lumsden, who, although burdened with the cares of the cooking department, worked with the men at cleaning and packing. "What does a boy like you know about lobsters, 'cept to cook 'em?" growled Stubley. "You mind your pots an' pans.
He ain't no " she started fiercely again and stopped again. "But I come here fer HIM not fer YOU. YOU oughtn't to 'a' keered. Hit wouldn't 'a' been his fault. He never was the same after he come back from here. Hit worried him most to death, an' I know hit was you YOU he was always thinkin' about. He didn't keer 'cept fer you." Again that shadow came and deepened.
Uncle William's eye rested on him mildly. "Ye can't figger it that way, Andy. I've tried it. A shark's bigger'n a halibut, but he ain't wuth much 'cept for manure." "Chowder!" The call rang down from the little house, clear and full. Both men looked up. "He's a-callin' ye," said Andrew. There was mingled scorn and respect in the tone. "You come on up to supper, Andy.
It was divided into many tight braids, each of which was wrapped with a bit of shoe-string. From under the last one she took a small envelope and handed it to Ruth. "Dat's it," she said. "I was so skeered I'd lose it I didn't trust it no place 'cept in my head." Ruth unfolded the note and read: "DEAR RACHEL: I mean biznis if you mean biznis send me fore dollars to git a devorce. "George."
Some time this past week, Violy told Barry she wouldn't marry him anywheres 'cept in her own mother's house. Well, from what Moll sez, Barry has got other idees about it." He paused to bite off a fresh chew of tobacco. "Go on, Stain. What did the girl tell you?"
There ain't no liars up in our mountains 'cept them skunks in Gov'ment pay you fellers send up to us, and things like Hank Halliday. He's wuss nor any skunk. A skunk's a varmint that don't stink tell ye meddle with him, but Hank Halliday stinks all the time.
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