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"I'm to wait till you come?" "Yes." "But, I'll get hungry before to-morrow night." "Go to a farmhouse in the morning and get some food. There must be farmhouses near." "That's so. I can do that." "Well, I may as well be going. Good-bye, Tom." "Good-bye, Dick; and-be careful, brother! If anything should happen to you, it would break mother's heart." "I'll be careful, Tom.
It would have been an easy, matter to drain the carburetor, but instead Owen with nervous fingers adjusted everything he could get his hands on, and after two hours' work trundled it into a farmhouse and hired the farmer to drive him the short remaining distance to the aviation field. Several machines were in the air, but not the Frenchman's, when the farmer drove up.
Unexpectedly, in a nook close by the farmhouse, he happened upon a spot where the vintage had actually commenced. A great heap of early ripened grapes had been gathered, and thrown into a mighty tub.
"Your mother will be glad." "What?" ejaculated Desmond. "Your mother will be glad." "How do you know?" "She told me so." That night there was a happy party under the old farmhouse roof. Mrs. Dare had met her son with tears of joy in her eyes, and Desmond had told the weird tale of his remarkable adventures. At once our hero set to work to prepare for college.
Very briefly and to the point, Tom stated his case against the unknown thief who had broken into Ralph's farmhouse during the previous night. Then he showed Thompson the clews. The constable examined them carefully, and seemed to recognize them. While he was doing so, the man called Bill appeared in the doorway and beckoned for him to come inside.
A flower-loving woman brings back from every one of her infrequent journeys some treasure of flower-seeds or a huge miscellaneous nosegay. Time to work in the little plot of pleasure-ground is hardly won by the busy mistress of the farmhouse.
With this notable intention, he arose soon after dawn of a pleasant summer-morning, for the purpose of picking blackberries. Now he knew that they were very plentiful in a field near the Blount farmhouse, and, thinking such small theft no robbery, he made his way thither with all speed, and was soon filling his basket with the dew-sprinkled fruit.
"I wish I was in New York, near a good restaurant," said Henry, after a pause. "Oh. I forgot! You are hungry." "Awfully. I don't believe there's a hotel within two or three miles. I don't think I can hold out to walk much farther." A few rods farther on was a farmhouse standing back from the road, old-fashioned-looking, but of comfortable aspect.
We all looked round, seized by I know not what impulse of terror; we no longer saw the house, but a huge bonfire. The farmhouse had been barricaded, and was in flames. Swirls of smoke borne on the wind brought us hoarse cries and an indescribable pungent smell.
Suddenly the shout was repeated, the savage howl, far, very far away, somewhere near the farmhouse; a howl triumphant, mocking, which Jaime interpreted as an announcement of an early return. The dog of Can Mallorquí, aroused by the gunshots, was barking dismally. Other dogs in the distance answered.
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