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I don't believe you have any up there." "You're right we don't," agreed Russ, and now he laughed again. "Not any cats that swim. Cats hate the water " "Aw, shucks! I'm not talking about cats!" exclaimed Frane. "I'm talking about catfish." "Oh!" ejaculated the Northern boy. "You know a catfish, don't you? It has feelers that we call whiskers. Awful nice eating, for they only have a backbone."
"Grandma Bell can take care of the ram." The ram, which had big, curving horns, walked toward Margy, now and then stopping to stamp his foot or give a loud: "Baa-a-a-a!" "What's he saying?" asked Vi. "Never mind what he's saying," said Mrs. Bunker. "Run! Don't stop to ask questions." "I guess the ram's saying he doesn't like red coats," put in Russ.
They are being hunted too fiercely for their skins to allow many to be around loose. Don't worry about them. "And now, friends, if you please, get ready for the trip to Lake Kissimmee. Russ, see to it that you have plenty of film, for we won't be able to get any out there. Now I leave you to make your arrangements."
Not only were the roof boards of the hut in which Russ and Rose had taken refuge sound, but soon the panther stopped clawing at the boards. It heard the crowd of men coming and the baying of the hounds.
"Have you two boys really been somewhere?" "We found the red-haired tramp lumberman, I told you," said Russ, "but he didn't have those papers." "Let me hear all about it once again," begged Daddy Bunker. He seemed as much excited as Russ and Laddie had been when they first saw Mr. Gannon. "First let me get them something to eat," said Grandma Bell.
In the opinion of Mr. Vivian Ducie, present at the discussion, Beauchamp provoked the lash; for, in the first place, a beautiful woman's apparent favourite should be particularly discreet in all that he says: and next, he should have known that the Gallic shrug over matters political is volcanic it is the heaving of the mountain, and, like the proverbial Russ, leaps up Tartarly at a scratch.
Not at all conceited; am I?" she asked, with a rippling laugh. "Well, you're right this time there wasn't much of importance doing," Russ replied. "Miss Pennington and Miss Dixon had some pretty good parts, but the stuff was mostly comic to-day." "That suited Mr. Switzer, then. I think he is the nicest German comedian I ever knew, and I met quite a number when father was appearing in real plays."
We appropriated it, and the small quantity of food it contained. Since then we have lived on that and what we could shoot. Fortunately game was plentiful, but we have so longed for some bread and coffee. I am dying for a cup." "Dinner will soon be served," laughed Russ, who, with Paul, was preparing a rude meal, broiling the birds over a camp fire.
I am very willing to try this new line, and I am very glad that Alice suggested it. Only it it was rather a shock at first. Now let us consider." They talked it all over, and Alice went more into detail as to what she had seen at the moving picture theatre. Mr. DeVere grew more and more interested. "It is very kind of Russ and Mr. Pertell to think of me," he said.
"Come right in!" They were glad enough to do it. "I don't know any of you, except Russ and Mr. Pertell," she said, for the manager and his helper had paid a visit to the place sometime before to make arrangements about using it. "You'll soon know all of 'em," declared Mr. Pertell with a laugh. "I'll introduce you," which he quickly did.
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