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Every time that field started pulsing out through the walls of the ship it would generate heat. We want a permanent field that will stay on the job out there. I wonder if you couldn't make a conductor device that would open that field out some special type of oscillating field that would keep it open." "H-m-m-m that's an angle I might try. Any suggestions?"
"I think I ought to have some sort of a costume if I am to continue to ride Emperor in the grand entry." "H-m-m-m. What kind do you think you want?" "Could I wear tights?" Mr. Sparling was about to laugh, but one glance into the earnest eyes of Phil Forrest told him that the boy's interest was wholly in wishing to improve the act not for the sake of showing himself, alone.
"H-m-m-m!" says Mr. Steele, after gazin' at the note thoughtful. "So it does. But lawyers have a way of " Here he breaks off sudden and asks, "You say you never heard of this Mr. Judson before?" "That's where you fool yourself," says I. "I said I didn't know him; but if it'll relieve your mind any, I've heard him mentioned. He used to handle Pyramid Gordon's private affairs." "Ah!
Lying in an irregular oval that plainly told of a vanished cartridge-belt, a string of cartridges trailed on the concrete floor. "H-m-m-m! Just for an experiment, let's see!" murmured the engineer. Already he had slipped in a charge. "Steady, Beatrice!" he cautioned, and, pointing down the passage, pulled trigger. Flame stabbed the half-dark and the crashing detonation rang in their ears.
Who told you you might give orders to my property man and my carpenter, sir?" the proprietor demanded, somewhat sternly. "I took that upon myself, sir. I'm sure it would improve the act, even though I have not had as much experience as I might have. Will you let me try it?" demanded the boy boldly. "I'll think about it. Yes, I'll think about it. H-m-m-m! H-m-m-m!"
"Well, sir, what have you been up to this afternoon?" "Practicing in the ring since the afternoon performance closed." "H-m-m-m! And this forenoon?" "Not much of anything in the way of work." "Have any trouble with any of the men?" "Yes, sir." "Who?" "A man by the name of Larry, and another whom they call Bad Eye." "Humph!
What's this all about? H-m-m-m! Stocks, eh? Just a jiffy while I go through this." Durin' which I've been shooed into the parlor. Some parlor it is, too. I don't know when I've seen a room that came so near whinin' about better days gone by. Every piece of furniture, from the threadbare sofa to the rickety center table, seems kind of sad and sobby.
But now if she was going to find Hilary as light-headed and cloying as Adolphe was thick-headed and sour, or if she must see Hilary go soft on the slim Mobile girl whom Adolphe was already so torpidly enamored of "H-m-m-m!" Two young men who had tied their horses behind the hotel crossed the white court toward the garden.
"Who do you guess, Mr. Ellins?" says I, grinnin'. "H-m-m-m," says he, rubbin' his chin. "I can't say I'm flattered. Thinks I'm an old crab, does he?" "I expect he does," I admits. "Do you?" demands Old Hickory, whirlin' on me sudden. "I used to," says I, "until I got to know you better." "Oh!" says he. "Well, I suppose the young man has a right to his own opinion.
Well, we do. They happen to be first lien bonds too. And M., K. & T. defaulted on its last interest coupons. Entirely unnecessary, I know, but it throws the company open to a foreclosure petition. Want us to put it in?" "H-m-m-m!" says Mr. Nash. "Er won't you sit down?"
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