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Next moment the door at which they stood was opened by a bearded man, wearing loose grey coat and slippers. "Hello, Nellie!" exclaimed this possible conspirator, opening the door wide. "Connie said it was your ring. Come straight in, both of you. Good evening, sir. Nellie's friends are our friends and we've heard so much of Ned Hawkins that we seem to have known you a long while."

McNamara scowled, walked into the hall, and flung the portal open, disclosing Struve. "Hello, McNamara! Been looking all over for you. There's the deuce to pay!" Helen sighed with relief and gathered up her cloak, while the hum of their voices reached her indistinctly. She was given plenty of time to regain her composure before they appeared.

We saw the United States flag flying from the ramparts, and thought that Yank would probably be asleep or catching lice, or maybe engaged in a game of seven-up. So we sent forward a physician with some white bandages tied to the end of a long pole. He walked up and says, "Hello, boys!" "What is it, boss?" "Well, boys, we've come for you."

Hello, there comes another boat!" The craft sighted was a transport, flying the Stripes and Stars, and bearing a detachment of soldiers from St. Louis to Natchez. On being vociferously hailed by Winslow and his men, the batteau headed for the shore.

A flame seemed to have died somewhere in his face, leaving behind a faint suggestion of ashes; and through the young man's brain there flashed the remark of his fair companion: 'He's in there now, working his dear, old brain to pieces. "I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, Jane," said Cable, crossing to the curb. "Hello, Graydon; how are you?"

Tommy let the lever go, turned his back, and wandered, in such dudgeon as he was capable of, to the other side of the shed. "Hello!" he cried, "here's a door! and it ain't locked, it's only bolted! Let's go and see!" "You may if you like," answered Clare, "but if you touch anything of the blacksmith's, I'll be down on you."

"Hello, Anton, old friend," cried Fico as he grasped Von Barwig by the hand. "Go on playing, don't stop for me!" said Von Barwig, taking off his rubbers and brushing the snow off his hat and coat. Poons hurriedly put away his 'cello. He was ashamed of playing ordinary waltz music in the presence of Von Barwig.

With this the tramp turned away, crossed the little bridge, this time in safety, and hurried off across the fields, as he saw several of the boys coming down toward the brook. "That's a queer tramp," thought Bert. "I wonder if I ever shall see him again?" He was destined to, and under strange circumstances. "Hello, Bert!" cried Cole, who was one of the group of boys. "What are you doing here?

"Well, we'll fix up the spring wagon and take it in right away; somebody's got to go back anyway, with MacPherson. Hello, Cal; how's Happy?" "All right," answered Cal, who had watched over him during the night and came in at that moment after someone to take his place in the sickroom. "Waked up on the fight because I just happened to be setting with my eyes shut.

So talking, they sauntered along the road again, having paused to exchange the significant remarks as to their intentions. Hardly had they gone twenty feet away, than a head was cautiously raised above an old log that lay just within the edge of the woods, and a white face looked rather fearfully after the pair of plotters. "Hello, Ralph, through practice here?