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"You ought to take a trip up to the cutwater at night and see the flying fish in the phosphorescence." She did not stir. Instinctively she knew who the owner of this voice would be the man Cunningham called Flint. A minute an unbearable minute passed. "Oh! Too haughty to be a good fellow, huh?" Footsteps, a rush of wind, a scuffling, and an oath brought her head about.
But first, let me ask, did you see him clearly, and do you think you will be able to identify him?" "Yes," I replied; "he faced me for nearly thirty minutes, and I should certainly know him if I saw him again." "Brothers," said the president, "you will now " But here there was a rush behind me. I turned toward the door. Two men were scuffling with a third, who seemed to be trying to break out.
As I ran to the main hatchway I heard a noise of scuffling and struggling, and a voice shouting "Oh, Master Merry, Master Grey, the ghosteses have got hold of me, the ghosteses have got hold of me."
One Saturday night Mr. Harling had gone down to the cellar for beer. As he came up the stairs in the dark, he heard scuffling on the back porch, and then the sound of a vigorous slap. He looked out through the side door in time to see a pair of long legs vaulting over the picket fence. Antonia was standing there, angry and excited.
"They'll bring up another cart directly," said Allstone in his sulky tone of voice. "Sooner the better. I'm 'bout tired out. Fine lot o' rats here," said the man. "Ah, yes! There's a few," said Allstone. "Heard 'em scuffling about like fun over the other side," said the man.
There came the sound of rapid footsteps approaching him, and the quick breathing of an almost spent runner. Then came a sound as if somebody was scuffling not far from him and suddenly a voice he knew well rang out: "Prescott, you young scoundrel, I'll get you yet!" The voice was that of Lieut. Bradbury. "Well, how under the sun does Lieut.
Its light will enable you others to see the way." Down went Kennedy without hesitation, the lamp swung from his right arm. "I will bring up the rear," said Sir Lionel Barton. Whereupon I descended. I had climbed down about half-way when, from below, came a loud cry, a sound of scuffling, and a savage exclamation from Smith. Then "We're right, Petrie! This passage was recently used by Fu-Manchu!"
Summoned thus hastily to appear before authority, they approached with some uneasiness, and there was a certain amount of scuffling among them which resulted in the appearance of the would-be bishop in the forefront of the group and where should a bishop be if not at the head of his flock? "What were you doing down there on the shore?" asked the Patriarch.
I leaped to my feet again, but only just in time to hear a scuffling noise on the top of the wall, the sound of some one dropping on the other side, and then pat, pat, pat, steps fast repeated, as my prisoner ran away. "Ah!" I exclaimed, with a stamp of the foot in my disappointment. "Chiv-ee! Why, ho! Where are yer?" "Here, Shock!"
A key turned in a lock, and as he passed in there was a curious scuffling noise from within. He was only a minute or so inside, and then I heard the key turn once more and he passed me and reentered the house. I saw him rejoin his guest, and I crept quietly back to where my companions were waiting to tell them what I had seen. "You say, Watson, that the lady is not there?"
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