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These they poured over poor Little John till he was as wet as Robin had been after he fell into the river. The men roared with laughter. Little John looked so funny as he rolled about on the grass, trying to get out of his long, wet, green robe. He looked just like a huge green caterpillar. Robin laughed as much as any one. At last he said, "Now, Will, don't you think that is enough?"
But they were not high enough to imperil the safety of the canoe, moreover the wind that roared so savagely aloft among the tree-tops and stripped off the dried leaves and rotten branches in blinding showers was a fair wind for the fugitives, so they stepped their mast, close-reefed their sail, and were presently foaming up the river in midstream where, although they had a strong current to contend with, they were at least safe from the branches that flew hurtling through the air as fast as a horse could trot.
Send him away, for I shall be crazy if I have to look at him longer." "Away with you, you viper!" roared Simon; and the boy, who knew that he was meant that the term viper was applied only to him hastily dried his tears, and slipped through the open door into his little dark apartment.
Then, seeing that he was in danger of being badly scratched, Zidoe brought on another darkness, the floor of the castle shook, a noise as of thunder roared and rattled through the room.
"Blarst 'em hall! let's give 'em tickets-o'-leave, an' show em the trail!" roared Bracelets, a stout Englishman, who had on each wrist a red scar, which had suggested his name and unpleasant situations. "I believe in fair play, but I darsn't keep my eyes hoff of 'em sleepy-lookin' tops, when their flippers is anywheres near their knives, you know."
Then came mine, yes, mine! and the ninth was was that of Letourneur. "Which one?" asked the boatswain. "Andre," said M. Letourneur. With one cry Andre fell back senseless. Only two names now remained in the hat those of Dowlas and M. Letour- neur himself. "Go on!" almost roared the carpenter, surveying his partner in peril as though he could devour him.
Was he going to get what he deserved for eavesdropping? She was almost whispering. "Save me from our friend up on the porch," she implored. He couldn't believe it. But he took a chance. "Won't you have a little walk?" he roared. "So nice of you just a little way, perhaps?" she sang out. They were silent till he got up the nerve to admire, "Glad you found some people you knew in the hotel."
"I can't," cried Andy, retreating to the fire-place, "and I won't!" "You must sign your name!" roared Shan More. "I can't, I tell you!" yelled Andy, seizing the poker. "I've never larned to write." "Your lordship can make your mark," said the attorney. "I'll make my mark with this poker," cried Andy, "if you don't all clear out!"
There was a sound of breaking leather, as the straps with which they were tethered parted, and the little animals were free. "Stop them! Stop them! Jump for them!" roared the guide. But his warning command had come to late. With neighs of terror, the animals dashed straight through the camp, some leaping over the boys' cots as they went. "Catch them!" thundered Lige.
He took a step, knocked against a chair, seized it, went on, reached the bed, ran his hands over it and felt the warm body of his wife. Then, maddened, he roared: "So! You were there, you piece of dirt, and you wouldn't answer!" And, lifting the chair, which he was holding in his strong sailor's grip, he swung it down before him with an exasperated fury.
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