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Tom whispered: "Now's our chance come!" Huck said: "I can't I'd die if they was to wake." Tom urged Huck held back. At last Tom rose slowly and softly, and started alone. But the first step he made wrung such a hideous creak from the crazy floor that he sank down almost dead with fright. He never made a second attempt.

"Now's your time, Masther David," cried Pat; "you can pick up your powder-horn and soon settle with the baste." Slipping from the tree, I hurried towards where I had dropped the powder-horn, guided by the traces of my feet; and recovering it, immediately reloaded my rifle. Pat shouted to me to make haste, as he was afraid that the buffalo would break loose.

He made a rule of believing, on an average, about the half of what Ned said. To appear to pay attention to him would spur him on to more flagrant over-statements. "D'ye hear, Richard? Now's your chance," repeated Ned, not to be done. "A very different thing this, I can tell you, from running round dosing people for the collywobbles.

She rushed breathlessly into Val's room and caught her by the arm. "Now's your chancet, Val," she hissed in a loud whisper. "Man jest now rode into town; he's over in Pop's place I seen him go in. He's good for the day, sure. I'll have Hank hitch right up, an' you can go down to the stable and start from there, so'st he won't see you.

"You'll be doing us and your country a service, which we at least will ever gratefully remember. I'd advise your leaving by the western gate, riding round the station, and keeping away to the right, and you'll maybe pass them without trouble. But ef you go, now's your only chance."

'Wish I could! and Demi picked a little bud, with a sigh that went to Josie's warm heart. 'Why don't you, then? It's lovely to see people so happy. Now's a good time to do it if you ever mean to. She will be going away for ever soon. 'Who? and Demi pulled a half-opened bud, with a sudden colour in his own face; which sign of confusion delighted little Jo. 'Don't be a hypocrite.

"Well, now's your time, young lady. I shan't have to be home for an hour or two yet. The first thing is, I suppose, for me to find you a bailiff for this farm." "No, thank you kindly. I'll manage that." "What! Do you know of a man?" "No I mean I'll manage the farm." "You! My dear Miss Joanna ..." "Well, why not? I've been bred up to it from a child. I used to do everything with poor father."

Now's your time to fly. All it takes is a little nerve and ten dollars." "Shut up!" growled Johnny. "Don't be a darned boob." The boys looked at one another uncertainly. It might be some obscure joke of Bland's, and they were wary. "Fly where?" Bud guardedly sought information. "Anywheres.

If a man's got a mud hoss in his barn, now's the time to start him." The Bald-faced Kid grunted absently. He was deep in a thick, leather-backed, looseleaf volume of past performances, technically known as a form book, generally mentioned as "the dope sheets" the library of the turf follower, the last resort and final court of appeal.

It ended by the announcement that the first twenty who came to the tent door should see the giant for threepence apiece. "After that," said Bill, "the price is riz, and I don't undertake to say what it won't be riz to. So now's yer time." A young man with his sweetheart on her afternoon out was the first to come forward.