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It was dark here, to and yet, how bizarre, a star seemed to twinkle through the very roof of the room itself! The odour was pungent now. There was a long-drawn sigh then a low, indescribable sound of movement. It swept, the full consciousness of it, upon Jimmie Dale in an instantaneous flash.
I wish Dad could step out of that Harvard thing and eat supper with us!" The shrill scream of a mule now came up from the feeding ground below, and a commotion at the tent showed that one of the animals was kicking up a row there. "That's that long-eared Uncle Ike," Jimmie McGraw exclaimed. "I feel in my bones that I'm going to love that mule! He's so worthless!
They will hear in it the ring of the old college bell; they will see the lines of students marching across the campus to evening prayer and into the chapel. Upon the platform mounts the stooping form of grand old "Uncle Jimmie," and in his broad and not unmelodious Scotch accents he pours out his big, warm heart in prayer.
She knew what they meant to do here she might not know when, or how, or where they would make the attempt if they had been forced to change their plans. Jimmie Dale tossed a coin on the table, as the waiter set down a glass of beer in front of him and then, over the top of the glass, Jimmie Dale resumed his scrutiny of the hall.
"You brung a flask, didn't you?" "Yes, Jimmie," Thornton assured him with a quiet smile. He whipped the flask from his pocket and removing the cork held it out. "I remember that you used to say a meal without a drink wasn't any use to you." Clayton put out a swift hand for the flask, shot it to his lips, and the gurgle of the running liquor spoke of a long draught. "Now, the grub, Buck."
The hall was in sudden darkness. With a spring, quick on the instant, Jimmie Dale was upon Klanner's back, hurling the man to the floor.
Jimmie had heard Comrade Mary Allen, the Quaker, make the statement that "Force never settled anything". He repeated this now, and the other replied that an American ought to be the last person in the world to make such a statement, for his country had provided the best illustration in history of the importance of a good job of spanking.
Jimmie's companion jumped up and ran again, and Jimmie followed, and a hundred yards or so back they came to a shell-hole with half a dozen poilus in it. Jimmy tumbled in, and the men chattered at him, and gave him more cartridges, so that when the Germans appeared again he did his part.
Chokingly Barney obeyed. Old Jimmie, coward though he was, and lacking entirely Barney's quality of a bravo, had accepted the situation with the twitching calm of one to whom the worst has often happened. "Shut up," repeated Barlow, "and get it fixed in your beans that I'm going to run you two in." "Run them in because of this Sherwood affair?" asked Larry. "Surest thing you know.
"Ah, don't bodder me! Good Gawd!" he said, with the savageness of a man whose life is pestered. The woman followed him along the sidewalk in somewhat the manner of a suppliant. "But, Jimmie," she said, "yehs told me ye'd " Jimmie turned upon her fiercely as if resolved to make a last stand for comfort and peace. "Say, fer Gawd's sake, Hattie, don' foller me from one end of deh city teh deh odder.
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