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Out into the morning sun they carried her, letting her down with the stern right at the water's edge. "O-o-o-oh!" It would be hard to say which one of Dick & Co. started that murmur of intense admiration.
"That tickly feeling!" exclaimed Isobel. "I often ride up here to the cañon, I do so love to feel that way! Only with me it's like ants crawling up and down my back." "O-o-o-oh!" again sighed Genevieve. "It it so overpowers one!" "It's sure some cañon," admitted her husband. "That French artist Doré ought to have seen it."
And one day, after I'd forgotten all about, it, the man would die, and will me a million dollars, or a thousand, I don't know. Enough to make me rich. And say! Wouldn't the animals get excited when they saw the show was afire? They'd just roar and roar, and upset the cages, and maybe they'd get loose. O-o-o-Oh! How about that? If there was a lion come at me I'd climb a tree. What would you do?
"O-o-o-oh!" groaned Hazelton, for the rope had fallen four feet to one side of Reade, and the latter, hemmed in as he was, could not reach it. "Take your time and make a sure throw, Harry!" Tom called cheerily. Again Hazelton made a throw and failed. "Let me, have that! My head's cooler," called Foreman Payson. He made two quick, steady throws, but each shot wide of the mark.
"You just squat on this," she explained, "and you go skimming down the stairs like a water-chute. It'll be prime!" "O-o-o-oh!" "You are priceless!" "Great is Diana of the Americans!" The improvised bob-sleigh worked admirably, and if it happened to catch, there was always the banister to clutch at. Its popularity eclipsed even that of the soap-slide and the roller skates.
The performers in this "ging-a-ring" then clapped hands with prolonged ejaculations of o-o-o-oh, stamped and shuffled forwards, moving the body from the hips downwards, whilst H. R. H. alone stood stationary and smileless as a French demoiselle of the last century, who came to the ball not to causer but to danser.
I don't know when I've run across a youngster with such nice manners. "Why," says I, "I guess you can call me Torchy." "Thank you, Mr. Torchy," says she, doin' a little dancin'-school duck. "And if you don't mind, I'd like to to stay here for a minute or two while I think what I 'd best O-o-o-oh!" She sort of moans out this last panicky and shrinks against the wall.
Don't he look ridiculous, sitting up there a-straddle of his ridgepole, with a tin-cup? A tin-cup, if you please. Over this way a little. See better. They're wetting down the roof. Line of fellows passing buckets to the ladder, and a line up the ladder. What big sparks those are! Puts you in mind of Fourth of July. How the roof steams! Must be hot up there. O-o-o-oh!
Doctor Lox threw in more hot stones and poured more water on them. The Bear yelled. "Let me out! O-o-h! let me out! O-o-o-oh!" So he came bursting through the door. The doctor examined him critically. "What a pity! You came out just as you were beginning to turn white. Here is the first spot. Five minutes more and you'd have been a white bear. Ah, you haven't the pluck of a gull; that I can see."
"O-o-o-oh!" says Vee, givin' a little squeal. "Who could do anything like that?" "I'm not saying," says I; "but there's a certain party who ain't just what he seems. You'd never guess, either. But just keep your eye on J. Dudley." "Wh-a-at!" gasps Vee. "Mr. Simms?" "Uh-huh," says I. "Listen. He knows about Nunca Secos Key, don't he? And about the gold and jewels there?" "That's so," says Vee.
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