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"Oh, yes, I will. You'll see." "I know the kind," the other went on, as if there had been no interruption. "They never come back. I don't know as I ever cared quite as much for my brother little fella that died, you know." Then, seeing that his companion did not instantly iterate his determination to go, "That's right," he said, getting up suddenly, and leaving his breakfast barely touched.

Van Horn broke off with an oath. "Hey! What's the matter along you fella boy?" he shouted to the man at the wheel. For the ketch, under her spanker which had just then been flat-hauled, had come into the wind, emptying her after-sail and permitting her headsails to fill on the other tack. The Arangi was beginning to work back approximately over the course she had just traversed.

You fella kanaka just like 'm dog plenty fright along that fella trader. He no eat you, fella. He no get 'm teeth along him. What name you too much fright?" "S'pose plenty fella kanaka kill 'm?" he asked. "He die," I retorted. "You fella kanaka kill 'm plenty fella white man long time before. What name you fright this fella white man?" "Yes, we kill 'm plenty," was his answer. "My word!

Indeed, all, even to Duckbill, would be flattered and demonstrative of pride in the alliance. A fortnight later Duckbill again intercepted me. Since the previous verbal encounter I had gone armed. He carried, somewhat ostentatiously, a tomahawk and a couple of nulla-nullas. "No good you keep'm that fella Tchoosie. Me bin look out plenty. That fella belonga me.

Our blacks saw "friends" on the mainland beach, and lit two signal fires. Mickie said, "Me tell 'em that fella bring basket." Cross-examined, he had to admit that the two fires merely signified a general invitation to his mainland friends to come across. Then "That fella got 'em basket, me get 'em."

Mickie sings this song of inspiration most vigorously, when Jinny, his portly spouse, comes to "wash 'em plate" in the evening, and she explains with a fat chuckle "Mickie corrobboree loud fella. He fright. He think subpose he corrobboree blenty debil-debil no come up." Blacks are students of natural events.

Get up; tchuk him two time. Head go close up alonga stone. Two fella wrastle all about long time. Cap'n strong fella. That boy more strong. Knock 'em about like anything. Bi'mby come back he have spear three wire spear long handle. Tchuk 'em spear. Catch 'em Cap'n longa side here. Wire come out nother side here. He carn stay tumble down. Good boy that; my mate long time.

The Boy stared a moment at what he mentally called "the nerve of the fella," laughed, and took hold, swallowing Nicholas's intimation that he, after all, was far more considerate of the dogs than the person merely sentimental, who had been willing to share his dinner with them. "How much farther?" "Oh, pretty quick now."

But there is a new rocket fuel that's supposed to be all right for sending the Platform up. Wasn't that the worst problem? Getting a rocket fuel with enough power per pound?" The co-pilot sipped his coffee and made a face. It was too hot. "Fella," he said drily, "that stuff was easy! The slide-rule boys did that.

"'Tis the Dane. He went over to Truro yesterday to the wrastlin', an' got thrawed. I tell'n there's no call to be shamed. 'Twas Luke the Wendron fella did it in the treble play inside lock backward, and as pretty a chip as ever I see." Mendarva began to illustrate it with foot and ankle, but checked himself, and glanced nervously over his shoulder. "Isn' lookin', I hope?