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"No," said MacIan, stopping and breathing hard, "I mean a savage. A black man." "Why, where did you see him?" asked the staring editor. "Over there behind that hill," said the gasping MacIan. "He put up his black head and grinned at me." Turnbull thrust his hands through his red hair like one who gives up the world as a bad riddle. "Lord love a duck," said he, "can it be Jamaica?"
When he saw that his house was still there, in the middle of the pond, he shouted with joy. "Hurrah!" he cried. "The chain saved my house!" Then he noticed that all the other houses were still there, too. "How's this?" he asked Tired Tim, who stood on the bank beside him. "Did my chain save the whole village?" Tired Tim grinned for he was not too lazy to do that.
It is too delightful, if papa was but here!" "Isn't it? You should have seen how Anderson grinned he is only fourth down below Forder, and Cheviot, and Ashe." "Well, I did not think Norman would have been before Forder and Cheviot. That is grand." "It was the verses that did it," said Harry; "they had an hour to do Themistocles on the hearth of Admetus, and there he beat them all to shivers.
An archangel of iniquity, Alan thought, as he grinned but worth any man's risk of life, if he had but a drop of brown blood in him! As for his herds, they had undoubtedly fared well. Ten thousand head was something to be proud of Suddenly he drew in his breath and listened. Someone was at his door and had paused there. Twice he had heard footsteps outside, but each time they had passed.
"Thank you; I shall be glad to do that. I can do a lot of little things to help you as soon as I learn how you run the show. I know something about that already," grinned the lad. "If you wish, I will double somebody up on your flying rings act. What do you say?" "It isn't necessary, Mr. Sparling.
Molly laughed triumphantly. "Then who told Mrs. Taylor?" Being caught, he grinned at her. "I reckon husbands are a special kind of man," was all that he found to say. "Well, since you do know about that, it was the next move in the game. Trampas thought I had no call to stop him sayin' what he pleased about a woman who was nothin' to me then. But all women ought to be somethin' to a man.
He felt a sudden curiosity to see the woman who had brought that new look into his old friend's keen blue eyes. He was conscious of an odd feeling of envy. Atherton became aware at last of his attentive gaze and grinned sheepishly. "Must seem a bit of a fool to you, old man, but I feel like a boy going home for the holidays and that's the truth.
Honest, Racey, you'd oughta be more careful how you mix yore drinks." "Don't try to be a bigger jack than you are," Racey adjured him in a tone that he strove to make contemptuous. "You think yo're awful funny just too awful funny, don't you? I'm askin' you, you fish-faced ape, whose hoss this is I got here?" "Don't you know?" grinned Piney, elevating both eyebrows.
He knew his business, and he knew Youth now that Youth was no longer his. There was nothing to do till the other lost some of his steam, was his thought, and he grinned to himself as he deliberately ducked so as to receive a heavy blow on the top of his head. It was a wicked thing to do, yet eminently fair according to the rules of the boxing game.
I reckon you boys brought us good luck," and he grinned joyously into the faces of Thure and Bud. "Five an' a half ounces! That's a mighty good clean up," declared Ham, critically eyeing the little pile of gold-dust on the scale. "How often dew you clean up a day?" "Usually about four times," answered one of the men.
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