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"It's possible," said Hornberg, "but as all the ships use shaded lights, it's a difficult thing to determine." "Can we enter the harbor by night?" he asked of the Japanese pilot. "Yes, sir, whenever you like, under our pilotage you can enter the harbor by day or night." "How's that?" "You'll see directly."
Trapes, "that b'y's been hungry ever since he drawed the breath o' life. How's he gettin' on with his new job?" "Oh, splendidly!" cried Hermione, flushing with sisterly pride, "they've promised him a raise next month." "What, already?" exclaimed Mrs. Trapes, cutting viciously into a potato. "If he don't watch out, they'll be makin' him a partner next."
Viewed from the rear, they were ridiculously alike in shape and size and bearing. The little jockey pointed out the resemblance to his companion. He clucked and winked and joggled with his elbow. "Not much atween 'em seen from behind, sir," he said. "How's he coming on?" asked Silver. "Why, not bad, sir," replied the jockey. "He's the pick of our bunch anyway.
"Only she'd have been just a year now, and able to see it all." "Ay, but you know how it was with her," said Isak, for comfort's sake. "And after all, it may be we'll get off easier than we thought. I've found out where Geissler is now." Inger looked up. "But how's that going to help us?" "I don't know...." Then Isak carried his corn to the mill and had it ground, and brought back flour.
"I'll wear the other side out," Cappy finished for him. "Listen to me, Skinner! How's the shingle market in the Southwest?" "The market is steady at three dollars and fifty cents, f.o.b. Missouri River common points." Cappy scratched his ear and cogitated. "The Unicorn will carry eighteen million shingles," he murmured. "The going water freight from Grays Harbor to San Francisco is how much?"
"Just above five thousand miles an hour." Jerry shook his head. "I can't keep him up there all day. How's the temperature?" Gee-Gee Gould consulted the temperature trace on the display. "Cabin temperature is 105 Fahrenheit. The monk is in trouble, too. Skin temperature is just about the same as the cabin. That means Rick is running about the same." "I'm going to cool 'em off."
Saunders spoke a mongrel kind of language a mixture of Scotch and English, in which, although the Scotch words were sparsely scattered, the Scotch accent was very strong. "How's her head?" "Nor'-nor'-west, sir." "Keep her there, then. Maybe, if the wind holds stiddy, we may overhaul them before it's quite dark."
I looked it up in the magazine that told about his helping to back the Zariba Dam project." "That's another leg noosed on the second throw," said Gowan. "Another try or two, and we'll have the skunk ready for hog-tying." "How's that?" exclaimed the cowman. "You've got something up your sleeve." "No, it's that striped skunk that's doing the crooked playing," snapped Gowan.
Jefferson Creede's face was all aglow when he finally rode up beside Hardy; he grinned triumphantly upon horse and man as if they had won money for him in a race; and Hardy, roused at last from his reserve, laughed back out of pure joy in his possessions. "How's that for a horse?" he cried, raising his voice above the thud of hoofs.
After a while, though, I nudged Bill hack to the Clarenden family trail, an' he said 'at they had stopped for over a month with his friends in England, an' was posted up to the minute. "Well," sez I, as though I was inquirin' after an old pal, "how's the Earl?" "They're plumb out o' earls in that family," sez Bill.
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