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"Arms! tools!" growled Williams. "Who spoke of supplying them with either?" "Nobody," answered Ned; "but you cannot surely be thinking of putting them ashore without them?" "Now, supposing that you had the management of this job," snarled Williams, "what would you give them?"
The rest of the holes blew up nobly; the last was applauded by a crash of glass as one of the upper windows of the house broke and came raining down in splinters. The lean young man swore tersely. "Another window!" he snarled. The Baron lowered his arm and let his breath go in a sigh of relief. "That is all, is it not?" he demanded. "Gott sei Dank I hate things that explode.
'Poverty, resumed the lecturer, consists in a shortage of the necessaries of life or rather, of the benefits of civilization. 'You've said that about a 'undred times before, snarled Crass. 'I know I have; and I have no doubt I shall have to say it about five hundred times more before you understand what it means. 'Get on with the bloody lecture, shouted the man on the pail.
When the old woman had said the last word, she set off with such speed that Childe Charity lost sight of her in a minute. The ugly dog began to fawn upon her, but he snarled at everybody else. The servants said he was a disgrace to the house. The cousins wanted him drowned, and it was with great trouble that Childe Charity got leave to keep him in an old ruined cow-house.
"Never mind him, you punk!" snarled Loring. "Tell that fatheaded Connel I wanta talk to him! Make it fast!" Tom's face disappeared to be replaced by the raging features of Major Connel. "You murdering space rat!" he roared. "I've given you two minutes to surrender and, by the craters of Luna, you've only got thirty seconds left!"
The big man laughed again and spit, and the thin man jumped half up and snarled. Louder rose the singing. Half the crew was crowded close around a little red-faced cockney. He was the modern "chanty man." With sweat pouring down his cheeks and the muscles of his neck drawn taut, he was jerking out verse after verse about women. He sang to an old "chanty" tune, one that I remembered well.
"How did you come by that scratched face? Both sides, too and symmetrical. It's amusing." "Very!" snarled Lieut. D'Hubert. "And you will find his slashed arm amusing, too. It will keep both of you amused for quite a long time." The doctor was mystified and impressed by the brusque bitterness of Lieut. D'Hubert's tone.
Phy and Gabriel rode together through the country on many a bold errand; they shared their blankets and the hardships of dry camps; they fought beside each other while the bullets of wanted men snarled, ricochetting from the rocks about them. Then politics brought a rift in their friendship and the day came when the deputy ran for office against his former chief.
"My, but he's a cheerful beggar!" muttered Dale. "Imagine him at the head of the school," observed Pepper. "Ditmore, did you hear me?" snarled the teacher. "I want you to keep quiet." "All right, Mr. Crabtree; sorry I spoke," answered The Imp, cheerfully. "Then remember to keep your mouth closed after this." "Ahem! how am I to eat if I keep my mouth closed?" asked Pepper, innocently. "Ha!
"But they'd be burnt alive!" he objected, wildly. "They ought to be," snarled the scaler; "it ain't their fault I'm here to help them. 'Tis their own deed that I'm now lyin' beyant there in th' forest, unable to help myself. Do you understand? I'm yet out there in th' woods!" "Ah, wirra, wirra!" wailed the cook, wringing his hands. "Th' poor lads!" He began to weep.
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