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"I walked," replied the man. "I saw the door open, and I heard hammering going on in here. I knew it was a machine shop, and as I'm a first class machinist, out of work, I thought I'd apply for the job." "How'd you get past the doorkeeper?" inquired Jack, for he knew that Andy Sudds was supposed to be on guard with his gun. "He wasn't at the door," went on the man.
"Hit ain't usual; but seein' as a gal don't pick atween men because one's a quicker shot than another, but because he's maybe stronger, or something like that, why, how'd knuckle and skull suit you two roosters, best man win and us to see hit fair? Hit's one of ye fer the gal, like enough. But not right now. Wait till we're on the trail and clean o' the law.
"I was in a valley onct," said a sleepy boy, who had contributed nothing so far to the morning's entertainment. "I fell off'n the dock and the boat was clost up to me, and that was a valley." "How'd you get out?" asked several with interest. "Man pulled me out," and the speaker subsided. Hannah stole a glance at her watch, as she finished the psalm.
His eyes were like Marian's in shape and color, but their expression was suspicion, defiance, and watchfulness blended into one compelling stare that spelled Fear. Or so Bud read it, having trapped animals of various grades ever since he had caught the "HAWNTOAD", and seen that look many, many times in the eyes of his catch. "How'd you like to take a trip with me as a kind of a partner?"
"How'd ye ketch him?" cried all hands, for the advent of squid was the most welcome news the men on the Charming Lass had had since leaving home four days before. It meant that this favorite and succulent bait of the roaming cod had arrived on the Banks, and that the catches would be good. "Jigged him," replied Kent laconically.
"Sh-sh!" said that gentleman soothingly, "coarsely put, Burke! coarsely put! . . . Say Wine and Women, guv'nor! Wine and Women! If you were in India, Burke, they'd make you Bazaar-Sergeant put you in charge of the morals of the regiment. Both items are all right always providing you don't get a lady like Misthress Lee for a chaser. How'd you like to be in Nick's shoes?
Further, they saw no reason at all why he should not gather a rich treasure of gold from the ground. "Don't know about all of three hundred thousand," they told him one morning, at breakfast, ere they departed to their work, "but how'd a hundred thousand do, Old Hero? That's what we figure a claim is worth, the ground being badly spotted, and we've already staked your location notices."
"Eh!" he said, "that sounds as if tha'd got wits enow. Tha'rt a Yorkshire lad for sure. An' tha'rt diggin', too. How'd tha' like to plant a bit o' somethin'? I can get thee a rose in a pot." "Go and get it!" said Colin, digging excitedly. "Quick! Quick!" It was done quickly enough indeed. Ben Weatherstaff went his way forgetting rheumatics.
Who does it belong to?" "It belongs to a man named Carpenter and myself." The riverman pondered this slowly for an appreciable interval, and then shot out another question. "How'd you get it?" Thorpe told him simply, omitting nothing except the name of the firm up-river. When he had finished, Shearer evinced no astonishment nor approval. "You done well," he commented finally.
He tottered to his desk chair, and sat with his head buried in his arms upon the desk. After a while the telephone at his side rang insistently. He took the receiver in a hand he could not steady. "Yes?" he called. "It's Tetlow. How'd you come out?" "Oh " He paused to stiffen his throat to attack the words naturally "all right. We go ahead." "With G.?" "Certainly. But keep quiet.
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