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The red-headed, squint-eyed bully and his chums had their knives out, and were about to cut some of the important guy wires, when, at a signal from Tom, Ned, with a sweep of his broom, sent a big pile of the dirt, sawdust and lampblack down upon the heads of the conspirators.

"Real nice name," replied the red-headed man. And dropping Conniston's hand and turning to his horses, "Hey there, Lady! Quit that blowin' bubbles an' drink, or I'll pull your ol' head off'n you!" Lady seemed to have understood, and thrust her nose deeper into the water.

The walls were quite smooth and clean and new. I shall never forget the circumstances of observing a pair of yellow-bellied woodpeckers the most rare and secluded, and, nest to the red-headed, the most beautiful species found in our woods breeding in an old, truncated beech in the Beaverkill Mountains, on offshoot of the Catskills.

He was himself red-headed, and he had a great sympathy for all red-headed men; so, when he died, it was found that he had left his enormous fortune in the hands of trustees, with instructions to apply the interest to the providing of easy berths to men whose hair is of that color. From all I hear it is splendid pay, and very little to do.

"I have been at some small expense over this matter, which I shall expect the bank to refund, but beyond that I am amply repaid by having had an experience which is in many ways unique, and by hearing the very remarkable narrative of the Red-headed League."

He'd be a long time coming to see her if you weren't there, if she was twice as great a friend. What sort of an old party is she? Must have some means." "Oh, lovely!" "I suppose the red-headed mug thinks so too, as she is touting for him." "For him and Ada Grosvenor." "Have it that way if you like it, but you know what I mean all right." "I don't." "Oh, don't you!

"Now, Thompson referring to the discussion we had this morning that is the class of horse we mount in our light cavalry." "And that strapping red-headed galoot, riding the bag of bones beside him, is what you would call excellent war-material?" I suggested. "Precisely, Mr. Collins," replied the whaler.

A fat woman lifted her head and shouted: "Hold him till I get there!" And she started for the red-headed man. There was a single moment of strange silence and the Boy laughed aloud. His mother caught and shook him violently. He crammed his little fist again into his mouth, but the stopper wouldn't hold.

Miss Cottle's gloves were always expensive, and always dirty, and her elaborate silk petticoats were of soiled pale pinks and blues. Miss Cottle's neighbor was Miss Sherman, a freckled, red-headed, pale little girl, always shabby and pinched-looking, eager, silent, and hard-working.

George packed his small hand-bag; placed upon the table money to pay his bill; lifted the crime-stained basket; addressed the red-headed Pinner boy: "Stop that sniffling. Take that bag. You are to come with me. If you make a sound or try to run away you know what will happen to you. What did I tell you would happen?" "Cut me 'ead off." "Right off. Right off slish! Give me your hand; come on."