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The whole story took on a different complexion for Joan. Money talks. Mr. Peters' words might have been merely the rhetorical outburst of a heated moment; but, even discounting them, there seemed to remain a certain exciting substratum.
He made a big row at first, but it seemed as if he couldn't wait for me to have it changed, so he handed over his check and " "Wait! Wait, please, Mr. Peters!" broke in Mary, her eyes flashing with excitement. "Just tell me if I understand you correctly. You sold that land to Mr. Clifford and he owns it now IN HIS OWN NAME?" "Why, yes sartin." Mary waited to hear no more.
"That is all; nothing more," eagerly chimed in Peters. "If a part of the instrument is to be construed differently from what is expressed, and as you choose, why not other parts, and as I choose?" calmly asked the unmoved girl. "If so, then its power to bind me shall cease with this hour." "What folly!" again exclaimed the old gentleman, balked and chafing worse than before.
The tipple-boss was a man with a big black moustache, which made him look like the pictures of Nietzsche. He stared at Hal, frankly dumbfounded. "What the devil?" said he. "Some of the men have chosen me check-weighman," explained Hal, in a business-like manner. "When their cars come up, I'll see to their weights." "You keep off this tipple, young fellow!" said Peters.
This they succeeded in doing by, at the right moment, producing from his hiding-place young Pym, who is dressed to resemble a certain murdered sailor whose corpse is still on the brig; and during the fright of the "cook's party," Peters and Parker kill the cook and his followers. Then the four Barnard, Pym, Peters, and the sailor Parker have many thrilling adventures.
The bonds of friendship seem destroyed when this powerful and brutal feeling is called into action; and, as has frequently occurred in the service, before and since, the man who was selected by Peters as his most intimate friend, the man with whom he had consulted, and to whom he had confided his plans for desertion, gave information of the retreat of his wife and child, from which place Peters was not likely to be very distant; and thus, with the assistance of this, his dearest friend, the master-at-arms and party in quest of him succeeded in his capture.
"I'll explain the whole thing later, when...." "Father!" ejaculated Jno. Peters feebly. "Did you say 'father'?" "Of course I said 'father'!" "This is my daughter, Mr. Peters." "My daughter! I mean, your daughter! Are are you sure?" "Of course I'm sure. Do you think I don't know my own daughter?" "But she called me 'Mr. Peters'!" "Well, it's your name, isn't it?"
Peters positively asserts, that when a boy of sixteen he frequently leaped from the flat upper deck of a boat that is, from a height of twenty feet into the surrounding water, habitually covering a distance of from forty to forty-five feet; whilst other boys, under the same conditions, rarely covered twenty-five feet, and never thirty."
It was much colder than it had been in the morning. Sunny Boy knew that as soon as he went out on the steps. But he did not know how cold it was till he and the other children turned the first corner. Then the wind struck them and Dorothy Peters cried that she couldn't breathe! "Turn your back to it," Sunny Boy advised her, pulling his fur cap down over his ears.
The cannon of the fort joined in the assault, the infantry pressed forward through the houses and inclosures to the temple, and were soon engaged with the men under Captain Peters, while the guns and musketry from the tower also opened upon them. Having seen that the preparations to repulse an immediate attack were complete, Charlie again ran down to the courtyard.
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