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Grabbing her cat in her arms, Flame jerked her chair back from the table. "A a robbery at the Rectory?" she gasped. "Why why, I'm the Rectory! I must go home at once!" "Oh, Shucks!" shrugged the Master of the House. "It's all over now. But the people at the railroad station were certainly buzzing about it as I came through." "B buzzing about it?" articulated Flame with some difficulty.

Grabbing his daddy by the collar, he hauled him, half dead, into the boat. Between his bump and his fright, and the cold bath, old Ryer was a long time coming to his wits. With filial piety, Pete kept on rubbing the paternal hands and restoring the circulation. All this, however, took a long time, even an hour or more.

A very pleasant amusement, at the close of one of these banquets, is grabbing for the flowers with which the table is embellished.

"The Red Rooster said nothing more; but he kept away from my big, black chick, as if really afraid of it. "To my great grief this chick suddenly developed a very bad temper, and one day I was obliged to reprove it for grabbing the food away from its brothers. Suddenly it began screaming with anger, and the next moment it sprang on me, digging its sharp claws into my back.

Drew ran, panting, his boots slipping and scraping on the grass as he dodged around prone men who still moved, or others who lay only too still. A horse reared, snorted, and was pulled down to four feet again. "Ammunition!" Drew got the word out as a squawk, grabbing at the boxes the waiting men were already tossing to him.

Grabbing up a double handful of snow, he buried his face in it to ease the smart. Then he shook himself, coolly carried the treasures he had saved back to a safe distance from the flames, and sat down on the blankets to put on his larrigans. His feet, clothed only in a single pair of thick socks, were almost frozen, while the rest of his body was roasting in the fierce heat of the conflagration.

'Biff, says he, with a brick that was handy, more and more contemptuous. 'You dirty, mangy cur, says I, grabbing him by the ears and pounding his head against the wall as I spoke, hoping to get some idea of the dignity of the court into his rebellious head.

He wondered if his shoulder had not been broken, but fortunately he had received only a severe bruise. It served, however, to stir Phil to renewed activity. Grabbing all the stones he could gather in one sweep of his hands he started on a run toward Red Larry, letting one drive with every jump. They showered around the desperate man like a rain of hail.

With an acuteness of consciousness more harrowing than delirium, he faced this thing that had come upon him, grabbing all his courage to endure the ordeal. He felt as if his brain were on fire, each nerve-centre agonizing separately in the intolerable, all-enveloping flames.

We have turned the hose in there, and the pumps are working." "Very good, Mr. Meld. Now try and quiet the passengers. Tell them it doesn't amount to much, and if it does we can flood that compartment." Tom started at that. "Come on, Ned!" he cried, grabbing his chum by the arm. "Why, what's up? What's the matter?" "Matter? Matter enough!