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Dawson, Brush and Ruggles unbent sufficiently to respond, but kept their places, side by side, and watched the curious procession until it passed out of sight beyond a sweeping curve in the cañon. "I wonder if we are likely to see any more of them," said the parson; "they are an ugly lot and badly want our horses." "Not badly enough to fight Corporal Parker and his two friends.
"I shouldn't wonder," replied Ruggles; "everything is going wrong; Vose wouldn't stay away so long, unless he, too, was in difficulty." "The captain may need us; he can't be far off." Gun in hand, the couple walked hurriedly down the cañon, on the alert for Indians, for it seemed more likely that if any danger threatened, it was from them.
Not surprise me. Silly old George, course, course! Hoped better of Ruggles, though. Ruggles different from old George. Got a brain. But can't use it. Have old George wed to a charwoman presently. Hope she'll be a worker. Need to be support you both, what, what!"
I'd like to get my clutches onto him agin." "You had him once?" "Yes, but he had help, and escaped. Do you imagine he's on the trail?" "Certainly," answered Professor Ruggles. "Then he'll get off to-night." "I hope so; but you must be cautious." "Trust me for that." "Have you formulated a plan?" "None." "Then let me help you." "I'll be glad to do so."
Colonel Marmaduke Ruggles of London and Paris, late of the British army, bon-vivant and man of the world, is in our midst for an indefinite stay, being at present the honoured house guest of Senator and Mrs. James Knox Floud, who returned from foreign parts on the 5:16 flyer yesterday afternoon.
Thank Heaven, I remained but a short time in this distressed situation. I was relieved from it by the humane hand of Mr. DAVID RUGGLES, whose vigilance, kindness, and perseverance, I shall never forget. I am glad of an opportunity to express, as far as words can, the love and gratitude I bear him. Mr.
Ruggles, who serves Miss Pinkerton's young ladies on Fridays, and how Miss Didow, to whom the tart and enclosure were addressed, tried to make away with herself by swallowing a ball of cotton. But I pass over these absurd reports, as likely to affect the reputation of an admirable seminary conducted by irreproachable females.
General Bragg proposed to push his success and attempted to withdraw his two divisions, Ruggles' and Withers', from the tumult which accompanied the surrender, and ordered them to press forward and assault the position to which Hurlbut had fallen back.
"To old Ruggles!" "To old Ruggles!" promptly cried the Senator, and they drank. Muddled indeed I was. Again in my eventful career I felt myself tremble; I knew not what I should say, any savoir faire being quite gone. I had received a crumpler of some sort but what sort? My sleeve was touched. I turned blindly, as in a nightmare. The Hobbs cub who was my vestiare was handing me our evening paper.
Both Ruggles and I see that now, since we have had time to cool off, but at the moment we were in a fearful wax at the Old Fellow and were bound to hatch up something to get even with him. Of course, the Old Fellow had another name, just as Ruggles has another name. He is principal of the Frampton Academy the Old Fellow, not Ruggles and his name is George Osborne. We have to call him Mr.
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