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Amidst the peals of laughter, my ears were greeted with a variety of expressions that quite humiliated me. "Look yonder, Bill!" cried one, addressing a comrade who was at some distance. "Look at the wee chap as wants to be a sailor. My eyes! You little tuppence worth o' ha'pence, you ain't big enough for a belayin' pin! A see-a-lor! My eyes!" "Does your mother know yer out?" inquired a second.
"Why, Bob! what's the matter, old chap?" Mark turned to gaze on the convulsed face, and just obtained one glance before it was turned away. For Bob's voice had suddenly changed from its light, half-cynical, playful tone.
"Look at that chap!" said Rosser in a low voice, his eyes fixed upon the stranger. That chap was obviously listening intently to the conversation. "Damn his impudence!" muttered King "what ought we to do?" "That's an easy one," Rosser replied, rising. "Sir," he continued, addressing the stranger, "I think it would be better if you would remove your chair to the other end of the veranda.
"Ford, you know there's twenty dollars left of the money the Frenchman paid us for the bluefish." "Well, what of it? Isn't it yours?" "One share of it's mine. The rest is yours and Dick's." "He needs it more'n I do." "Ford, did you know Dick Lee was real bright?" "'Cute little chap as ever I saw. Why?" "Well, he ought to go to school." "Why don't he go?" "He does, except in summer.
But, boys, you came just in time. I was in a tight box. And I'm ever so much obliged for the help." "Don't mention it, old chap. We really needed the exercise, and the only thing I complain of is that it all happened too fast. Why, I don't believe I really got my windmill working freely when I was threshing the air.
Adams, History of the United States, vol. viii. chap. viii. Sir J. Carmichael Smyth, Précis of Wars in Canada, p. 116. To Monroe, May 4, 1806. Jefferson's Writings, Collected and Edited by P.L. Ford, vol. viii. p. 450. Ibid., vol. vi. p. 75. Kingsford's History of Canada, vol. viii. p. 183.
"No, I'm not," I said stoutly. "I was only thinking about what my father will say when he sees what we've done." "Get out! Hark at him. One can't come down to the Gap now without old Sep Duncan dinning it into your ears about his father, and what he'll say, and all to show how proud he is, just because an old chap has bought a bit of land down by the sea. Why, what harm have we done?"
One gets an instinct for that sort of thing, and also one gets a sort of general idea when to cut the basket and jump. I tell you we've been over land for the last half hour. Come on, old chap, I honestly advise you to jump too." I almost yielded, but some instinct seemed to hold me back.
When they had started a minute or two George, who had been sitting by the fire listening to the talk, got up and stretched himself preparatory to going to bed, and said in his usual slow way: "Oi wonders what they be a-doing tonoight. Twice while ye ha' been a-talking oi ha' seen a chap a-looking in at t' window." "Thou hast!" Luke exclaimed, starting up. "Dang thee, thou young fool!
"I have been writing to him to tell him the state of affairs here, and I am sure he will come if he can. Let us hope their worry about the boy will soon be over. The little chap has a splendid constitution. I shall be over to-morrow morning.
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