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"Lots of times on hunting trips. But we never explored them very much. The trouble is no one knows whether the mine is on this side or the other." "But haven't they searched for it?" queried Tom, to whose mind a silver mine suggested unlimited wealth. "Lots of men have tried, but no one who has gone to find it has ever been seen again," returned Bill.
She was wiping her face with most expressive disgust. "Pan you go right off and thrash Dick Hardman," she cried, passionately. "Lucy! What's he done?" queried Pan, after a sudden sense of inward shock. "He's always worrying me when you're not around. I never told 'cause I knew you'd fight.... But now he's done it. He grabbed me and kissed me! Before all the boys!"
"Yes, I suppose I have promised." "Will you release Mr. Kennedy from his promise if he asks it?" Peter queried to Maguire. "Why, Mr. Stirling, I don't think either he or you ought to ask it." "That was not my question." It was the Senator's turn to squirm. He did not want to say no, for fear of angering Peter, yet he did not like to surrender the advantage.
"Pete's going next Tuesday and just to set your mind at rest and give you a chance to eat your supper" Bill had been doing scarcely anything else since he sat down "Pete has a right good reason to go." "Kin I have another cup of coffee?" queried Bill. "Sakes alive, yes! I reckon that's what's ailing you." "I only had three, Ma." "Pete is going away on business," asserted Ma Bailey.
I'll see Morris and tell you what he says." Leaving Pierce, the speaker hurried to a harassed little man of Hebraic countenance who was engaged in the difficult task of chaperoning this unruly aggregation of talent. To him she said: "I've found a man for you, Morris." "Man?" "To go to Dawson with us. That tall, good-looking fellow at the bar." Mr. Best was bewildered. "What ails you?" he queried.
"Then you do not know the Duchess' position?" queried de Marsay, as he sprang into the saddle. "No," said d'Esgrignon, his curiosity aroused. "Well, dear fellow, it is like this," returned de Marsay "thirty thousand francs to Victorine, eighteen thousand francs to Houbigaut, lesser amounts to Herbault, Nattier, Nourtier, and those Latour people, altogether a hundred thousand francs."
But alas, there was only one man, old Uncle John, resting there safely when Sally came tumbling in. The cheerful wood fire, the contrast of the warmth and quiet with the howling and darkness of the storm outside, called loudly to every physical faculty to stay for the night. "Where be them gone?" queried Sally as soon as the old man had roused himself enough to understand the sudden interruption.
"The result?" queried Kinnaird, with a puzzled air. "A battalion of thick-headed niggers with some slight knowledge of civilized drill, and, perhaps, a few stockades blown up in the bush." Then, as he saw the half-veiled amusement in her eyes, a light seemed to break in on him.
But before I came out I got mixed up with a man called Hurley, a professional gambler." "And Diaz?" queried a chorus. "Yes. Hurley was hurt in the wrist and Diaz died. I think I'm wanted in Morgantown." Out of a little silence came the voice of Black Gandil: "Dick, I'm thankin' you now for cuttin' me so short a minute ago."
"Could it have been a word for them and half an hour for herself?" I queried, mystified. Kennedy shrugged. "I can't say. At any rate, I must see both Karatoff and Errol, now that they are out. Perhaps they did send her, thinking I might fall for her. She hinted pretty broadly at using my influence with Gaines on his report. Then, again, she may simply have been wondering how she herself stood."
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