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"Ay, d n you, flutter away; you quiver and shake now like one of your coxcombs pigeon-winging; but where will you be this day two months? Miles, no man but a bloody Frenchman would cast away a ship, there where this Mister Count has left the bones of his vessel; though here, where we came so nigh going, it's a miracle any man could escape.
And, when you're done, tell Harrison to bring the machine around to the club for me not later than eleven." Harmmed shook his head gravely. "Mr. Harrison has struck along with the Chauffeurs' Union, and I don't know how to run the machine myself." "Oh, ho, he has, has he?" said. "Well, when next Mister Harrison happens around you tell him that he can look elsewhere for a position." "Yes, sir."
Every now and then old Miss Baker, who had gone below to see how things were progressing, returned with reports of the foray. "Mrs. Heise bought the chenille portieres. Mister Ryer made a bid for your bed, but a man in a gray coat bid over him. It was knocked down for three dollars and a half. The German shoe-maker on the next block bought the stone pug dog.
He was her cousin I reaffirm it! He had come. He was now here. I repeat the former declaratory exclamation I was saved! Mister President, the story is done. You now know all or nearly all. With a line I dispose of the release from custody of the writer and of Zeno the Great, following suitable explanations carried on with the aid of Miss Canbee's cousin.
Madden heard the cook give a deferential cough and then say, "Yes, sor, Hi saw it, Mr. Madden, saw it quite plainly, sor." A moment before Leonard reached the cabin door, someone flung the shutter open violently and shouted his name in the utmost alarm. "Mister Madden! Mister Madden! Come quick, sir!" The American lunged through the dark aperture straight into the fellow's arms.
The two horses used by the shooters were brought over to the camp fire and given a small feed each of much-prized maize and oats and bran, that had been brought round in the lugger from Port Faraway with the camp supplies, landed on the river-bank twelve miles off, and fetched in on pack-horses. "A little more beef, Mister? No? Well, all aboard for the Buffalo Brigade!
With a beating heart he waited the appearance of the first heavy bag of treasure. At last the engineer and one of the sailors came in sight dragging it over the top of a sand dune. "Phew, that's heavy," exclaimed the sailor, who was our red-headed friend, Wells, setting the bag down with a sigh. "How far is it from the camp to this boat, Mister Concertina?"
I liked the way he shook hands. He'll come out better'n me. Watch if I ain't right! I ain't worryin'!" this though the sweat of concern was even then dampening his countenance! Johnnie, listening and watching, curled himself farther and farther into his quilt, and feebly groaned. He was seeing, seeing, seeing, and what he saw was agonizing. "Oh, Mister Perkins'll be licked!" he faltered.
Mister Fitzgibbon had his right hand in his coat pocket, and all hands knew that hand was closed about the butt of a revolver; moreover, the tradesmen stood on either side of him, prepared to back him up in whatever course he chose to take. They were good men, those tradesmen, fighting men, and skilled in just such battles as this promised to be.
"That boss didn't say a word 'till he'd got a bottle from a box on th' wagon an' handed, hit t' Wash; then he says kind o' scared like, 'Where in hell are you from, Mister? "'Oh, I'm jest a kid from over on Roark, says Wash, handin' th' bottle t' me. 'You ought t' see some o' th' MEN in my neighborhood! Then we went on."
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