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"Why should that have kept you until eight?" said Holmes. "I've got a few side jobs of my own," growled Cato. "That's what Darlington imagined," said Holmes, "and I don't envy you your meeting with him when he comes in. He's a cyclone when he's mad and if you've got a cellar handy I'd advise you to get it ready for occupancy. Where's the stuff?" "In here, said Cato, tapping his chest.
And when Diogenes, released, came tearing up the stairs and, bouncing into the room, dived under all the furniture, and wound a long iron chain that dangled from his neck round legs of chairs and tables, and then tugged at it until his eyes nearly started out of his head; and when he growled at Mr.
"I knew you would be reasonable about it," said Archie, approvingly. "Now, honestly, as man to man, how do we go?" "What do you want me to do?" growled Mr. Brewster. "I thought you might put the chappie up for a while, and give him a chance to look round and nose about a bit." "I absolutely refuse to give any more loafers free board and lodging." "Any MORE?"
"All educated Mexicans believe that Texas or any other of the old Spanish provinces has a right to set up for itself. Almost every State has actually tried it. We have had revolution after revolution." "Anarchy after anarchy!" growled the captain. "Such a nation as that needs a king of some kind, or else the strong hand of either England or France or the United States." "Mexico!
"I can't think of anything bad enough to call Dick Prescott," growled Bert, who sat at the steering wheel. "Don't try to," grumbled Bayliss. "It would poison your mind." "The mucker!" "The sneak!" "The coward! He fights only when he has his gang with him." "I don't see what the high school fellows can find to admire in that crowd," quivered Bayliss, tenderly fingering his damaged eye.
For, in all the hovering movements, the office boy never left one or the other front of the bank building. And none of the loungers, no street waif, no bedaubed siren lingered in colloquy there in the shadows of the respected fiduciary institution. "It's a poor fishing ground for the fancy," growled McNerney, as he suddenly darted forward in pursuit.
The sun was shining, the wind was blowing, the lights and shadows were passing across the fields, the birds were singing." "Nobody said they warn't, in MY hearing," returned Coavinses. "No," observed Mr. Skimpole. "But what did you think upon the road?" "Wot do you mean?" growled Coavinses with an appearance of strong resentment. "Think!
But that captain had won his high rank neither by accident nor by "pull" he understood at once. "It must be an emergency," he growled, half-audibly, still staring at his lowly Q. M. clerk, "to make Samms uncover his whole organization." He turned and curtly dismissed the wondering O. D. Then: "All right! Out with it!"
"Oh, hang it!" said Cameron as he read the note. "What's up?" "Tea!" "Who?" enquired the Sergeant eagerly. "Me. I say, you go in my place." The Sergeant swore at him frankly and earnestly. "All right John," said Cameron rather ungraciously. "You come?" enquired the Chinaman. "Yes, I'll come." "All lite!" said John, turning away with his message. "Confound the thing!" growled Cameron.
There was a black fox in the neighbourhood, which had been seen by several, and the captain longed to get sight on it "jist fer one little instant," as he had remarked. Phil had his small dog with him, which annoyed the captain. "I wish ye'd left that critter home," he growled. "It'll scare away everything fer miles around. What's the use of bringin' my gun when that thing's along?"
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