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He tried to sound calm, but the shakiness of triumph and excitement was in his voice. "All Planeteers. We have the Connie snapper-boats. Koa, bring your men here." He felt someone working on his arm and turned to see Corporal Pederson, his face one vast grin in the glare from Dowst's belt light. "Koa didn't need me," he said. Rip grinned back. "Nunez," he called, "how are things at the cave?"
Bob Challoner was kicked out of his home, first by his father, Sir Nelson Challoner, and afterwards by his own brother, Sir Roland. I will now tell you it was Bob who suggested the robbery at Holt, and who, with Connie, helped us through with it. He is going now to see to it that Dulcie becomes my wife." "Stop your talk, for God's sake!" the stranger interrupted again, his patience at an end.
Gerald Ivy daintily dusted the chair with his handkerchief, and sat down, nursing one silk-clad ankle across his knee, in order not to expose more of his garments than was necessary to the grime of Mr. Gooch's abode. "What a nuisance he isn't here!" said Connie. "I could leave Father's message but I left word for Hat to meet me here. What time do you have to go, Gerald?"
With a smile the Colonel looked first at Max and then at Win. "Are you satisfied?" he asked. "Though the contents of the Spanish chest have no value in money, they certainly are rich in historical interest." "Oh, it was the fun of finding it that I cared about," said Win quickly. "That was the point for me. And I am so glad there is something in it." "Let's take it up-stairs," suggested Connie.
"Come on, Prince," called a man from the road, curbing his impatient horse. But "Prince" waved him away without turning. This was a wonderful girl. "I I write stories," Connie explained hurriedly, to get away from that searching clasp of glances. "I wanted some literary material, and I seemed so far away from everything. I thought I needed the personal touch, you know."
"It is not respectful or proper not to be fitly dressed for such a great occasion." "But Annie was as neat as could be," said Constance; "and looked as pretty as a picture, too. I'm sure Our Lord was as pleased with her as if she were dressed like a princess, because she is such a good little thing." "Come, Connie, don't preach!" objected Eugenia, impatiently.
"Are you assaulted?" shouted the bold Sir Alfred, and Connie heard a wild scuffle as he rescued his companion from the clutches of the old halter on which she had stumbled. Up the haymow ladder they hurried, and then slid recklessly down the hay-chutes.
Rip Used a Flying Tackle on the Connie The Connie wrenched violently and threw them both upward. Rip felt the star shape and twisted. If he could only deflate the Connie’s suit! But the man was writhing from his grip, clawing for a weapon. Rip stopped reaching for the deflation valve. He grabbed for his knife, jerked it free, and thrust it against the middle of the Connie’s back.
But emotionally he was dead like cheap champagne gone flat, as he expressed it in one twisted mood of self-revelation. Probably he was thinking of Connie Edwards and of their last spree together. But he never spoke of her. And it was very unlikely that the swamp would give him a chance to see any of them again. After all, he had stood for something.
It had come sudden as the crack of doom, that blow too quick, too unexpected for Jimmie Dale to have lifted a finger to prevent it. And now that the first numbed shock of mingled horror and amazement was past, he fought back the quick, fierce impulse to spring out on Connie Myers.
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