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"What a night of horror! it is hell upon earth!" gasps the skipper, as he turns his eyes away and devotes himself once more solely to the task of navigating the schooner; "thank God the breeze is freshening, and we may now hope to be soon out of this and clear of it all. Phew! what terrific lightning, and what an infernal combination of deafening sounds!"
"Sam, you go outside and see if Jack and the Ditwolds are anywhere around," said Dick, and the youngest Rover departed immediately. Presently Tom and Dick heard Cuffer give a cry of pain. "You've stepped on my sore toe!" howled the man. "Phew! how it hurts!" The two men talked about the hurt toe for several minutes. Then their voices suddenly ceased.
The bread, as they all knew, was long ago exhausted, but plenty of meat remained, and this Tom presently brought. When he opened the pack a disagreeable odor spread itself at once over the little room. "Phew! what's that?" said Tom, and putting his nose to the meat, he looked up in blank consternation, saying: "The meat is spoiled, Sam! What on earth shall we do?"
"Phew! it's hot!" was the greeting the young fellow gave as he came up. He smiled in a frank, boyish way as he hung his hat on the top of a stake and looked up at her. "D' y' know, I kind o' enjoy getting at it again. Fact. It ain't no work for a girl, though," he added. "When 'd you get back?" she asked, the flush not yet out of her face.
"It is going to set fire to the woods! See, the dried leaves are catching already! If it reaches yonder cedars there will be a terrible conflagration here!" "Phew! that's true!" came from Pepper. His merry face grew sober for the moment. "What shall we do?" "We are not responsible," said Andy. "It is Ritter and Coulter's fault."
"Halt!" said Gethin, and he pushed his fingers through his hair until it stood on end. "Phew! Mrs. Jones was never stinting with her fire; 'tis stifling hot here," and he turned away to the doorway, and stood a moment looking out into the street. "Will married and not to Morva!" What wild hopes were rising again within him? but he crushed them down, and turned on his heel with a laugh.
"Yes, she was a good mother," he admitted conciliatingly. "But, by God, if we don't go we shall be late! Phew!" he whistled as he looked at his watch, "half past seven." Von Barwig sat still for a moment. "Half past seven? Yes." Then, as if it were slowly dawning upon him that he had duties, he arose, dusting his knees mechanically. "Half past seven, yes. It begins at eight, eh? and I must dress.
Painfully did he wrestle there with balance-sheets, adding up bank books; also other financial documents. "Phew!" he said, when at length the job was done. "It is worse than I thought, a good deal worse. My credit must be excellent, or somebody would have been down upon us before now. Well, I must talk things over with Porson.
"Are you sorry, man?" roared Mrs. Bosher's brother, putting his great rose into Mitchell's face; "are you sorry?" "Sorry! phew, it's delicious, but stifling no, I'm certainly not sorry." "Then get into the boat, and do the rest of your talking there." They took the hint. Mrs.
I would have been home guarding the widow's property, as she expected me to do." "Reckon so you would." "In a certain sense I hold Duncan Woodward and his followers responsible for what has occurred." "Phew! What will Mr. Woodward say to that, I wonder?" "I can't help what he says. I'm not going to bear all the blame when it isn't my fault." "No, neither would I."
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