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"Much like-um lot," remarked one of the natives, and his companion, added more concisely: "Same like-um lot." In spite of the fact that our party had been fearing some such information as this upon reaching Panama, the actual announcement of it made their hearts jump wildly. "Where is this machine now?" asked Mr. Giddings as calmly as he could. "In the hangar," was the reply of Masters.
Even the Herald's rival, the Evening Times, dropped for a time the normal acrimony of its references to the Herald, and sent a reporter to make a laudatory write-up of the wedding. On the night before the event, deep in the evening, Giddings and a bibulous friend insisted on having refreshments served to them in the parlor of the clubhouse. This was a violation of rules.
People would be saying that he should not be let to ride so fast through a city street. He was worse than Gus Giddings. But he saw this only with his artist's eye. In sordid fact he went up to Dexter, seized the trailing bridle reins and jerked savagely upon them. Back over the trail he led his good old pal.
Nor could they stop in midair. How in the world could they effect the hapless flyer's rescue? John circled at reduced speed while all of their minds were busy trying to work out the problem. In the meantime Torrey's frantic pleadings for them not to go away and leave him to his fate filled their ears. It was a trying, nerve-racking situation. Bob Giddings struck upon the first idea.
He then delivered a brief, sensible address, after which he was approached by the patriarchal Giddings, who handed him a small Bible and administered the oath of office, which duty devolves on the oldest Representative. The Sergeant-at-Arms elevated his mace that "bauble" of authority so distasteful to the Puritans and the Speaker began to swear in the members State by State.
The wind rushed by them like a hurricane, and they had to shout in order to be heard when they had anything to say to each other. Satisfied that all was going right, Tom and John soon turned in, for they were very sleepy. When the operating crew awoke them it was dark. Bob then got into wireless communication with Panama, and delivered a message for Mr. Giddings.
The half-breed was suspiciously calm. They lacked an unquestioned leader. "That is Myengeen leading them," said Strange; "a bad Indian!" "Macfarlane tell us what to do," said Giddings. "They're quiet now," said Colina. "I shall speak to them!" Macfarlane put out a restraining hand. "Leave this to me!" he said quickly. "We're in each other's way here," cried Ambrose.
Crewe is graciously receiving others who are crowding to him. "How are you, Mr. Giddings? How are the cows? I carry some stock that'll make you sit up I believe I told you when I was down your way. Of course, mine cost a little money, but that's one of my hobbies. Come and see 'em some day. There's a good hotel in Ripton, and I'll have you met there and drive you back."
If there was a spark of the old fire left in him he would try to strike it out, and for the moment he forgot the burden of inertia which had so long crushed him. "But I don't want to run into Dick Giddings and his crowd," he muttered as he sought his hat and overcoat. "And I'll be up in the press-box away from the mob of old grads. Perhaps my luck has turned."
Giddings called the attention of all to a dark shadow not far below the surface, about two boat-lengths on the quarter. Mr. Choate promptly announced this to be a "herring-hog," a species of porpoise, and ordered the boat turned that way. The creature proved to be a full-grown herring-hog, weighing around four hundred pounds, and as this species destroys great numbers of foodfish, Mr.
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