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So he's lost his job." "Poor old Kimber. What a beastly shame." "Eh, 'tis a shame to be sure." "Never mind; I can give him a bigger job at the Manor." "Oh, Master Jerrold, if you would, it'd be a kindness, I'm sure. And Kimber 'e deserves it, the way they've stuck to Miss Anne." "He does indeed. It's pretty decent of them. I'll see about that before I go." "Thank you, sir.
"Yet when Mr. Bobbsey looked for it, to put around him, as he had no coat, the robe was gone." "Are you sure it isn't in the garage, Sam?" asked Mr. Bobbsey. "Sartin suah, sah! I done put it in de little auto when yo' all started off, 'case I reckoned it'd be dusty." "Well, the lap robe is gone like my coat," said Mr. Bobbsey. "Too bad, for it was a new one." "It suah am too bad!" declared Sam.
"Talk all yez like now," the captain remarked, as he sat down upon a drift-log. "It'd be a pity to spoil yer enjoyment, seein' that soon ye won't be able to talk so free." By this time Rod had placed the clothes in a safe place and, coming back, sat down by the captain's side. "Did ye bring the guns with ye?" the latter asked. "Yes, here they are," and Rod held up two revolvers.
"Believe me," quoth Michael J. Murphy, "if she was engaged in freighting munitions to England, it'd be a smart German that would get a chance to blow her up. I think I'd scuttle her myself first." "Well, Mike, if your courage failed you," Cappy Ricks replied laughingly, "I think we could safely leave the job to Terence Reardon."
So were those of the other men, who were clustered in the guardroom door. "What next, Sergeant? Hadn't we better be quick? Why not burn the place? That'd do instead o' buryin' the dead ones, and it'd give us a light to get away by. Might serve as a beacon, too. Might fetch assistance!" It was evident that panic had set in.
I never see a place yet where the huntin' was so plentiful an' the game so scarce." He got interested in a minute an' told me he had a shotgun, a rifle, an' three revolvers. "I wish I could write Chinese," sez I. "What for?" sez he. "So I could put up a sign warnin' him away," sez I. "Why, if we'd all three get a chance at that Chinaman, it'd take me a solid week to clean him off the lawn."
I ain't a-going to trouble myself with it, I can tell yez. I brung up a boy that my sister left and he skinned out as soon as he got to be some good and won't give me a mite o' help in my old age, ungrateful whelp as he is. I told Min it'd have to be sent to an orphan asylum till we'd see if Jim ever came back to look after it. Would yez believe it, she didn't relish the idee.
And then bung goes the old windlass, and lucky it ketched in the top of the well; if it had fell down on the top of you, it'd ha' stiffened you all right. And how you got up that well beats me. By Cripes, it does." "How's the man that was down with me?" said Hugh slowly. "What, Sampson? 'E's all right. Couldn't kill'm with a meat-axe. He must ha' swallowed very near all the water in that well.
She's a good girl, Lo. She's all I hev." Lois brought a box over, lugging it heavily. "We hev n't chairs; but yoh'll sit down, Mr. Holmes?" laughing as she covered it with a cloth. "It'd a warm place, here. Father studies 'n his watch, 'n' I'm teacher," showing the torn old spelling-book. The old man came eagerly forward, seeing the smile flicker on Holmes's face. "It's slow work, Marster, slow.
So I just wrung his neck. Do you reckon he'd be good fried?" "He'd like enough be tolerable tough," said McKinney. "Them parrots gets shore old." "You ought to have some drugs to tan his hide," Doc Tomlinson volunteered hopefully. "It'd be right stylish on a hat." Dan Anderson gazed at Curly with reproach in his eyes. "Now, I just wrung his neck," repeated the latter, protesting.
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