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Evidently, it was not very long before the Princess grew tired of living in her castle in the air, for the very next day, as the traveller was once more resting on the large stone by the side of the road, down she came, castle and all, and stopped just in front of him. Truly, there is no end to the wonderful things that happen in Nonamia! "Hullo!" said the traveller, smiling.
"If you don't let go, I'll strike you!" he panted, and the next moment he struck out, landing a hard blow on the lumber dealer's nose. The latter was so amazed he fell back and released his hold. "Oh, my nose!" groaned the man. "You young scoundrel! I'll " At that moment came a cry of alarm from a distance. "Hullo! hullo! Come this way! The woods are on fire!
About eight apiece'll do us nice. I shore like a good cavvieyeh." "Hullo, Hoppy!" came from the platform as Billy grinned his welcome through the dust on his face. "Want a job?" "Hullo yoreself," growled Pete. "Stick yore iron on that fourth steer before he gets out, an' talk less with yore mouth." "Pete's still rabid," called Billy, performing the duty Pete suggested.
So he wheeled like a flash and started to run when somebody called, "Hullo, stranger!" One quick backward glance at a small wet head in the water told Grumpy that he had nothing to fear. "Hullo, yourself!" he retorted "And you'd better not call me 'stranger, because I'm no stranger than you are."
"Never mind about that, captain," said Sir Humphrey, smiling. "Hullo, what's the matter?" "I want to go and ask that tall thin yellow chap what he means by spying round this table and trying to hear what we're talking about." "Let the man alone, captain, and take my advice. Don't quarrel with strangers in a foreign port."
"Hullo, Kansas," remarked John Bartlett, foreman of the Double-Arrow. "I come nigh getting yore man; somebody rode past me like a streak in the dark, so I just ups an' lets drive for luck, an' so did he. I heard him cuss an' I emptied my gun after him." "The rest was a-passing the word along to ride in when I left the line," remarked one of the other punchers. "How you feeling now, Johnny?"
Aunt M'riar said: "Well, now, I couldn't say!" in the true manner of a disappointing witness. But when, some sentences later, the reference came to the two little girl twins, Uncle Mo suddenly broke in with: "Hullo!... Never mind! go on"; as apologizing for his interruption. Later still, unable to constrain himself any longer: "Didn't you tell me, M'riar, that Mrs.
"Never mind, we can't be long before we get round to them," said Bowler; "perhaps they've found a place, you know." For another half-hour they toiled on, Bowler blowing his whistle every few minutes, but always without response. "Where can they be? We're almost round at the place we started from, surely," said Bowler, "and hullo, look out there!"
"Hullo!" he exclaimed presently, looking steadily at father, as he steered us aslant the tide so as not to check the way of the boat, while making straight for the pontoon across the stream, which was now running out, like a regular good coxswain. "Aren't you Tom Bowling?" "Aye, aye, sir, that's my rating," said father, looking at him in his turn.
Bob Steele, who was a tall, blond fellow, was at hand to be introduced, too. His sister jumped out of the wagon and said: "Hullo, Bobbie! How's your poor croup?" Madge was a year and a half older than her brother and always treated him as though he were a very small boy in knickerbockers if not actually in pinafores. The girls giggled over this, and Bob Steele blushed.
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