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"A tableful," said Ransom; "and baskets and baskets to take home." "Something new, " said Mrs. Gary, eating her salad. "But how did the company behave?" said Mr. McFarlane. "I saw no behaviour that was not proper," Daisy answered, gravely. She thought as much could not be said of the present company, seeing that servants were present. "What have you there, Daisy?" said her mother.

Lawler, watching the herd. "Eight thousand head," Lawler replied. "We're starting a thousand toward Willets today." "Have you seen Gary Warden? I mean, have you arranged with Warden to have him take the cattle?" Lawler smiled. "I had an agreement with Jim Lefingwell. We made it early last spring." "A written agreement?" "Shucks no. I never had a written agreement with Lefingwell. Never had to.

If Daisy chooses to receive it, perhaps it will find more favour at another time." Mrs. Gary got up and moved off. "Mr. Randolph, I will trouble you to dismiss Daisy," said his wife. "If she cannot behave properly she cannot be in the room with me." Daisy was still standing with her hand on her father's knee.

The larger vessel rode the rising seas more easily, and had already come within close range. Gary seized the glass and leveled it at the cruiser, then at the southwestern horizon, where a dull gray film of vapor was settled upon the sea. He handed the glass to Rucker and swore impatiently. "If we have half an hour more of this wind we're gone up," he growled. "Our only chance is a fog."

Which, on the whole, rather impaired the unity of the action, and the harmony of the general effect. "How is your task proceeding?" Mrs. Randolph asked one evening, when Mrs. Sandford was staying to tea. "Excellently well. We shall make a good thing, I confidently expect." "Hamilton is a good actor," said Preston. "And Master Gary also," said Mrs. Sandford.

It was near twelve that night when a quiet band of riders dismounted at the Annersley cabin, separated, and trailed off in the darkness to look for Gary. One of them found him where he had fallen and signaled with his gun. They carried Gary to the cabin. In the flickering light of the open stove they saw that he was still alive. There was one chance in a thousand that he could recover.

He stood swaying and balancing on his heels, puffing out his smooth, boyish cheeks and blowing at hazard. "You’re drunk," said Gray, thickly; but he was as flushed as the boy he addressed, only steadier of leg. "What’s that?" retorted Flint, jerking his shoulders around and gazing at Gray out of glassy eyes. "Blow out that candle," said Gary heavily, "or I’ll shoot it out! Do you get that?"

"You shall either go before the mast as a common sailor, or you can remain a prisoner in your stateroom during my pleasure. If I gave you your deserts, I'd have you clapped in irons." "As a sailor you would probably put me in irons for again refusing to fire, should you order me to; so I will go to the cabin. Take notice, however, Captain Gary, I protest against your treatment.

Gary, had arrived, just an hour before dinner; and she and her children and one or two other friends filled the table, and the talking and laughing went round faster than the soup. Daisy looked and listened, very much pleased to see her aunt and cousins, and amused; though as usual in her quiet fashion she gave no sign of it. "How did that party come off, Daisy?" said Mr. Gary McFarlane.

"An' his name ain't Jerry Elbow," cried Danny. "It's Gary L. Bowe." "An' the el'funt knew him in a whole crowd of people," Chris added, "an' picked him up with its trunk." "The people thought the elephant was mad at first," said Darn Darner, who had approached as close as he could get to the clown. "The el'funt picked him up in its trunk?" gasped Celia Jane, her eyes growing bigger and bigger.