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"I work at Dwight's Emporium," replied Hiram, rather diffidently. "All right. Thanks. Here's my card. You're the kind of a boy I like. I'll surely look you up." He held out the bit of pasteboard to Hiram; but as the youth stepped nearer to reach it, the impatient horses sprang forward and the carriage rolled swiftly by him. The card flipped from the man's fingers.
Hiram was King of Tyre in the time of David. The tomb is a limestone structure of extraordinary massiveness Unfortunately the Mosque of Omar stands on the site of Solomon's Temple and there is no hope of digging there.
My load doesn't seem to weigh more than seven ounces," Darrin declared, as he shouldered one of the piles of bark. "Lighter than air this morning," quoth Tom, "and only a short haul at that." When Hiram Driggs reached his boatyard at eight o'clock he found Dick & Co. waiting for him. "Well, well, well, boys!" Mr. Driggs called cheerily. "So you didn't back out." "Did you think we would, sir?"
"It's pretty bad business," commented Hiram, peering down into the pit with much apprehension. "It's apt to be worse before it's over with," returned the Colonel. And, catching a look in Hiram's eyes that seemed to hint at something, he called the showman aside. "I can't talk with my brother-in-law," he began. "He seems to get very impatient with me when we try to talk business.
"Careless of you, not to watch another man's figuring," remarked Hiram Driggs. "Now, then, the bark you've brought in comes to just what I've stated. Against that is a charge for the team and wagon, eight days at four dollars a day -thirty-two dollars. Twenty dollars for fixing your canoe. Total charges, fifty-two dollars. Balance due you for bark, seventy dollars and sixty cents.
"Well, I'd like to know," I put in, my anger returning "I'd like to know who in Brindisi you are, what in Cairo you want, and what in the name of the seventeen hinges of the gates of Singapore you are doing here at this time of night?" "When you were a baby, Hiram, you had blue eyes," said my visitor. "Bonny blue eyes, as the poet says." "What of it?" I asked. "This," replied my visitor.
Then Hiram Hopkins's hearty voice, ringing with opposition, struck upon his delighted ear. He remembered Hiram's dislike for the cantankerous Keith. Here perhaps was a defender. "Oh, come, Mr. Keith! Oh, come now!" he heard Hopkins exclaim. "What's the use of raising a rumpus? It wasn't nothing but bird shot. Folks don't go murdering folks with bird shot."
Ruins of Yurak Rumi near Huadquiña. Probably an Inca Storehouse, well ventilated and well drained. Drawn by A. H. Bumstead from measurements and photographs by Hiram Bingham and H. W. Foote. Finally the trail to Yurak Rumi was reported finished.
"Consarn the critter!" whooped Hiram. "Stop him, Clancy, stop him!" This is exactly what Clancy was trying to do, but the feat was physically impossible. Burton had too long a lead. Snatching the painter from the rock, the fleeing rascal sprang into the boat, picked up the oars and was twenty feet from shore before Clancy and Hill came to the water's edge.
But Tommy caught the tremor in his voice. "Are you really Uncle Hiram's son?" she asked wonderingly. Her voice, with the slight warmth of the Western accent, had an almost thrilling quality. It seemed vaguely familiar to Tommy, but he thrust the impression aside as impossible. "Sure thing." "We used to read about Uncle Hiram in the papers," continued the girl, in her low soft tones.
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