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"The silver'll get us a wonderful lot o' things we needs, and 'twill pay the debt at the post." "We has the marten skins, too," said Toby. "They's worth at the post thirty dollars apiece, good martens like they. Skipper Tom Ham says that be the price this year for good black martens, and all we has is black. I'm thinkin' the otter'll be bringin' fifty dollars whatever.
'Fore mornin' he'll be up an' put for some banjin'-place he's got, an' then that silver'll be melted up an' you never'll see hide nor hair on 't again. One spell I thought mebbe he was goin' to build up a fire in the old fireplace an' melt it right then an' there; but John says 'tain't likely. Says you need more heat'n that to melt up silver." She paused for want of breath.
The cherub peeped into the hat, fingering a tanner. He was genuinely concerned for Mr. Silver. "If I put in a tanner, how'll I know Mr. Silver'll get it?" he asked ingenuously. Stanley jeered, and Jerry shot his chin forward. "Say, young Alf," he said. "Am I a genelman? or ain't I?" "That ain't 'ardly for me to say, Jerry," answered the cherub with delicate tact.
"She's about all in and he's just as likely to come back himself as we are to run across him. Silver'll bring him home, all right. He can't be yuh can't lose a horse. You go up to the house and lie down, Dell. I the Kid's all right."
If some go, you mark my words, sir, Silver'll bring 'em aboard again as mild as lambs." It was so decided; loaded pistols were served out to all the sure men; Hunter, Joyce, and Redruth were taken into our confidence and received the news with less surprise and a better spirit than we had looked for, and then the captain went on deck and addressed the crew.
I rode him just now, in the little pasture to see if I liked his gait better than the others. I rode Banjo first and I wouldn't own a thing like him, on a bet. Silver'll do me till I can get around to break a real one." Chip's hand dropped from the bellows while he stared hard at the Kid. "Did you go down in the pasture and Words failed him just then.
If some go, you mark my words, sir, Silver'll bring 'em aboard again as mild as lambs." It was so decided; loaded pistols were served out to all the sure men. Hunter, Joyce, and Redruth were taken into our confidence, and received the news with less surprise and a better spirit than we had looked for, and then the captain went on deck and addressed the crew.
If some go, you mark my words, sir, Silver'll bring 'em aboard again as mild as lambs." It was so decided; loaded pistols were served out to all the sure men; Hunter, Joyce, and Redruth were taken into our confidence, and received the news with less surprise and a better spirit than we had looked for, and then the captain went on deck and addressed the crew.
Silver'll stand, all right. And I can guide him pretty well by slapping his neck. You did a pretty fair job when you broke Silver," the Kid informed his father patronizingly. Chip said something which the Kid was not supposed to hear, and sat suddenly down upon the stone rim of the forge.
The gang leader scribbled something on a bit of paper. "You go to that number with these two guys between midnight an' two in the mornin'. You'll find a back winder open. Here's the combination of the safe. The silver'll be in that." "Jewels?" "In a wall cabinet upstairs. It'll be unlocked." "An' if they make any noise?" "Croak 'em, of course. But don't make no noise doin' it.
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