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And around this triumph of landscape gardening, phaeton, Tilbury, Mercedes, and Toledo backed, circled, tooted; gaily gowned women, whips aslant, horses dancing, greeted expected guests; laughing young men climbed into dog-carts and took the reins from nimble grooms; young girls, extravagantly veiled, made room in comfortable touring-cars for feminine guests whose extravagant veils were yet to be unpacked; slim young men in leather trappings, caps adorned with elaborate masks or goggles, manipulated rakish steering-gears; preoccupied machinists were fussing with valve and radiator or were cranking up; and, through the jolly tumult, the melancholy bell of the locomotive sounded, and the long train moved out through the September sunshine amid clouds of snowy steam.
So with lungs of brass he now cried: "Hallo, Del, old man; what'll it be?" Mike, the proprietor, who was cranking the cash register, heard. On the next day he raised Charley's wages five a week. Del Delano drank a pony beer, paying for it carelessly out of his nightly earnings of $42.85-5/7.
From the moment they started she gave herself up to the delights of their holiday, and even the groaning and cranking and joggling of the train amused her. When the Guards had got into their first-class carriage they had glanced at the open window where her brilliant eyes and rosy lips were gleaming behind a veil. John gazed at her with his slow and tender looks, and felt guilty and ashamed.
Nothing mattered but the fixing of the splints and the carrying of the men.... John was cranking up the engine when she turned back into the house. "I say, what are you doing?" "Going for the guns." There was, she noticed, a certain longish interval between shells. John and the wounded men would be safe from shrapnel under the shelter of the wall.
On the edge of the shady sidewalk Rimrock Jones, the follower after big dreams, sat silent, balancing the sack of ore in a bronzed and rock-scarred hand. He was a powerful man, with the broad, square-set shoulders that come from much swinging of a double jack or cranking at a windlass.
I could detect no evidence of surveillance whatever and cranking the engine I mounted and drove off. More than once, as I passed along Commercial Road, I stopped and looked back. But so far as I could make out no one was following me.
"Yesterday Forbes Mason offered me his new four-cylinder Lafayette for twenty-eight hundred dollars," said Morty; "it's only been run five hundred miles, and I told him I'd think about it." "It's suspiciously cheap," I said. "Sure he hasn't cut the cylinders?" "Well, you see, he broke his arm cranking.
When you think it conquered and well-broken to harness, submissive and resigned to your will, behold it is as obstinate as a mule, balks, kicks, snorts, puffs, blows, or, what is worse, refuses to kick, snort, puff, and blow, but stands in stubborn silence, an obdurate beast which no amount of coaxing, cajoling, cranking will start. One of the beauties of the beast is its strict impartiality.
"I bore down on it a little too hard." He limped on, thrusting one hand hurriedly into his pocket. As he did so, the tall student cried. "There! I've lost the rag off my sore wrist! I sprained it cranking my auto yesterday."
He's out there cranking up, and I can't " But Polly had shot past her, and was already on the stairs. The physician was starting his car, as she gained the front entrance. "Doctor! Doctor! OH, Doctor!" she screamed, dashing down steps and walk at a reckless speed; but he did not look round and her voice was lost in the noise of the machine. Her feet never slackened.
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