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Making a gesture of protest, he exclaimed: "Won't you please drop the 'Jimmie' and call me 'James'?" "Why?" "I'm going to be a millionaire some day," he explained, "and when I am, 'James Gillie' will be bad enough, but 'Jimmie Gillie' Jimmy Gillie wouldn't sound as though I had a cent." Virginia nodded. Smilingly she replied: "I see! Well, from this time on it shall be 'James'." "Thanks."
It is almost instantaneous in its action, requires a very small quantity, and defies detection even by autopsy." He uncorked the bottle, and dipped in a long glass rod. "Will you watch the experiment?" he invited, with a sort of ghastly pleasantry. "I do not want you to accept anything on trust." With a start, Jimmie Dale swung around.
I'm never going to bother with fairies again." It was about three days after this that Jimmie and Lulu were walking in the deep, green woods, under the trees, picking tender leaves and roots to eat. They were hoping they might meet Johnnie and Billie Bushytail, the squirrels whom they had not seen for some time. Alice stayed home to curl her feathers.
When the boys reached the camp Jimmie had not returned, but their chums were gathered around a sheet of letter paper which had, no one knew how, been thrust into the tent. Jack's face was deadly white as he handed it to Ned. "We are up against a black hand game," he said. "Jimmie has been stolen!" Ned took the paper into his hand and read: "You boys are not wanted in the hills.
There was a torpedo tube at the prow, and this he studied over for a long time. "Goin' to blow 'em up?" asked Jimmie. "I was thinking," was the reply, "that we might use this as a bluff if we come to a tight place." "Aw, what's the use?" demanded Jimmie. "You don't make bluffs! You get the winning hand before you call! If I had my way, I'd blow 'em out of the water!" "Yes, you would!" Frank said.
It was too innocent to be natural. "What you got, Jimmie?" I said. Jimmie's manner of life invites abbreviated conversation. "Only the letter from the Burgomeister of Oberammergau, assigning our lodgings," he replied, carelessly. He yawned and put the letter in his pocket. "Oh, Jimmie!" we all cried out. "Have they " "Have they what?" asked Jimmie, opening his eyes.
"If he saw me with Chester to-day he will present himself here to-night. If he comes and finds me a prisoner, bound and at his mercy if he comes here to-night, and finds us in this room, and you are unable to deal with him, will you cut my bonds?" "And permit you to run away together and give me the laugh?" said Jimmie. "You're a modest kind of a fellow after all, and with nerve to spare."
Jimmie dropped the valise and followed it into the roadway. It took some time to explain to the young man. First, he had to be told about the scout law and the one good turn a day, and that it must involve some personal sacrifice. And, as Jimmie pointed out, changing from a slow suburban train to a racing-car could not be listed as a sacrifice.
"Jimmie has talked nothing but salt mines for a fortnight," said Bee, finally, "yet by coming here we have left Salzburg behind us." "Let's go back then," he said. "It isn't far, and it's all through a beautiful country."
Before long Jimmie began wig-wagging again, but before any words could be formed the waiting boys heard a distant scuffle, a short, quick cry of alarm, and then the phosphorus-covered palms disappeared from sight. "They've got Jimmie!" Elmer said in a tone of dismay. "Well, what are we going to do?" demanded Sandy. "We've got to do something right away, and that's no story out of the dream book!"
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