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While O'Flynn howled with delight, the priest wound up: "Gentlemen, if we find monotony up here, it's not the country's fault, but a defect in our own civilisation." Wherewith he sat down amid cheers. "Now, Colonel, is Mac goin' to recite some Border ballads?" inquired the Boy, "or will he make a speech, or do a Highland fling?" The Colonel called formally upon Mr. MacCann.
Lot came on with shouts of encouragement and together with Enoch laid about him with clubbed rifle until the remaining wolves, their cries now turned to yelps of fear, stampeded from the scene of the battle and sought safety in the forest, from the edge of which they howled their disappointment at their antagonists. It was Lot who first regained his breath and spoke.
The native howled hideously, and von Schlichten, jumping over a couple of corpses, shoved the muzzle of his pistol into the creature's open mouth and pulled the trigger, blowing its head apart like a rotten pumpkin and splashing both himself and the girl with yellow blood and rancid-looking gray-green brains.
Restless dreams disturbed his spirit, and when the dawn grew grey, he screamed out, tormented by a hideous vision, so pitifully, that the old negro, who had laid himself near the dog at the foot of his bed, sprang up alarmed, and while the dog howled, called him by his name to wake him. Paaker awoke with a dull head-ache.
"Across the continent!" exclaimed Teddy unbelievingly. "No; you're fooling." "Yes; clear to the Pacific Coast. We're going to San Francisco, too. What do you think of that, Teddy?" "Great! Wow! Whoop!" howled the boy, hurling his remaining Indian Club far up among the rafters of the gymnasium, whence it came clattering down, both lads laughing gleefully.
The lecture was less exhaustive than that of the previous morning, but we must suppose that it satisfied Adolf, for he came again next day, his faith in his teacher undiminished. James was trying to write a story. He turned on the student. 'Get out! he howled. 'And take that beastly paper away. Can't you see I'm busy? Do you think I can spend all my time teaching you to read? Get out!
A leg of the charger extended slantingly upward precisely as stiff as a stake. Around this motionless pair the shells still howled. There was a quarrel in A Company. Collins was shaking his fist in the faces of some laughing comrades. "Dern yeh! I ain't afraid t' go. If yeh say much, I will go!" "Of course, yeh will! You'll run through that there medder, won't yeh?"
There was a cage full of lions that started the most awful roaring you can think of, and a cage of crazy-looking things they called monkeys that screeched and howled and swung back and forth in rings and held on to the bars, and all the other things joined in, until I couldn't tell whether I was still saying anything or not.
The crowd surged back. Owner and jockey were face to face. "When thieves fall out!" they thought; and they waited for the fun. Something was due them. It came in a flash. Waterbury shot out his big fist, and little Garrison thumped on the turf with a bang, a thin streamer of blood threading its way down his gray-white face. "You miserable little whelp!" howled his owner. "You've dishonored me.
The man turned with a grin. It was the Gunner, naked to the waist, and smoke-grimed. "Sweet mess, ain't it?" he coughed. "How d'ye like your first smell o powder, sir?" "They're boarding!" panted Kit. "Quick!" The man leapt up. "Boardin!" he roared. "Board ME! I'll give em board." He snatched up a chain-shot, and raced down the deck. "Up aloft the lot o you!" he howled. "Heaven waits ye there!"
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