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"One good thing," Jack told them; "very little danger of a collision, such as vessels are likely to encounter in so dense a fog." "No, the air passage across the Atlantic hasn't become so popular yet that we have to keep blowing a fog horn while sailing," laughed Colin.
You'll find that sort of reading has more grip to it than any novel except, perhaps, those of a few of the really great writers, of whom there are some in every age." "I found that out," answered Colin, "when I was working with Mr. Collier. He was always saying that things were 'so much worth while, and when he started to explain them, they certainly were!
My day's work ended an hour and more ago; and the evening is a perfect one for a sail upon the Sound." "Ay, so 'tis, I'll warrant," answered Stukely, as he deposited the package in the basket. "There, Colin, lad," he continued, "that is the last for to-night; and listen, sirrah!
Harry and Colin turned towards the man, from whom Bill desired this inquiry to be made, and recognised in him the grazier to whom Terence and Jim had been sold. The Krooman had no opportunity for putting the question; for Bo Muzem, on drawing near to the gate of the town, had allowed his passion to mount into a violent storm.
But Israel didn't wait to find out what the moray was after, 'e just decided to take no chances, and jumped for the mast." "Why for the mast?" queried Colin. "He couldn't hang on there very long." "No," the old keeper answered; "but supposin' he went overboard with the New Yorker, what could they do with the boat? Ask the moray to sail it into 'Amilton?
She's afraid she'll be blamed if they starve themselves into their graves." Dr. Craven came and looked at Colin long and carefully, He wore an extremely worried expression when the nurse talked with him and showed him the almost untouched tray of breakfast she had saved for him to look at but it was even more worried when he sat down by Colin's sofa and examined him.
The blacks set about the work were but a few minutes in making an excavation in the loose sand of some four feet in depth. They were then directed to dig another. "It's all over with me," said Colin; "he intends to kill two, and of course I must be one of them." "He should kill us all," exclaimed Terence. "We deserve it for leaving the well last night.
Later on he again declared he saw lights. They had been speeding for some hours at a rate of more than sixty miles, which was good time for one of those monster heavily laden bombers to make. "Yes, I imagine it's Cork this time," said Tom, when appealed to. "We veer to the left here, and pass out to sea over Queenstown, don't we, Colin?"
And it was all so alive that Mary talked more than she had ever talked before and Colin both talked and listened as he had never done either before. And they both began to laugh over nothings as children will when they are happy together.
Early in the morning and late in the fading twilight and on all the days Colin and Mary did not see him, Dickon worked there planting or tending potatoes and cabbages, turnips and carrots and herbs for his mother. In the company of his "creatures" he did wonders there and was never tired of doing them, it seemed.
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