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Jim Cortright's plug hat became a phrase with considerable meaning to it. However, the whole affair ended in a great passionate outburst of popular revolution. Spike Foster was a friend of Cortright, and one day, when the latter was indisposed, Spike came to him and borrowed the hat. He had been drinking heavily at the "Red Light," and was in a supremely reckless mood.
I shall have no faith in future in bolts and bars." Mounting the roof of the prison, they traced the fugitive's course to the further extremity of the building, where they found his blanket attached to the spike proving that he escaped in that direction.
A long rope was attached by means of a steel spike to one log after another, and it was dragged from the tangled mass. Sometimes, after unloading the top logs, those at the bottom would rise and make the task easier; sometimes the work would go on for hours with no perceptible progress, and Mr.
Ravenslee dutifully paid, marvelling that so much might be bought for so little. "I guess that's about all the fixings you'll need, Geoff!" said Spike, as they elbowed their way along the busy avenue. "Well," answered Mr. Ravenslee, as he filled his pipe, "it will certainly take me some time to wear 'em out especially those shirts!" "They sure are dandies, Geoff!
Spike nails had succeeded in their place; and of spike nails the natives were weak enough to imagine that they had gotten an inexhaustible store. Of all our commodities, axes, and hatchets remained the most unrivalled; and they must ever be held in the highest estimation through the whole of the islands.
"Talking of fools," she said slowly, "have you seen anything of Maurice Guest lately?" Krafft lowered a spike of ash into the tray. "I have not." "Yes; I heard he had got into a different hour," she said disconnectedly. As, however, Krafft remained impassive, she took the leap. "Is there can nothing be done for him, Heinz?"
Ching Po's a dirty beast, but, according to the old man he told the truth. Ching Po did want to marry her once. She wouldn't, of course, and he's just been waiting to spike her guns. When he found out she really wanted that impossible Yankee, he said he'd tell. She had hysterics. He waited for her outside the Maürs', hoping, I suppose, it would work out another way.
"'S right, too, Bud!" nodded Soapy, "he's got you, ain't he? An' you got him, ain't you?" "I didn't think Hermy 'ud ever treat me like this!" said Spike tearfully. "You mean throwin' ye out into th' streets, Kid? Why, I been expectin' it!" "Expectin' it?" repeated Spike, setting down his glass and staring, "why?" "Well, she's a girl, ain't she, an' they're all th' same, I reckon "
"Don't be womanish and over-cur'ous, Mulford. I sail with sealed orders, and when we get well to windward of Jamaica, 't will be time enough to open them." Spike was as good as his word. As soon as he thought the sloop-of-war was far enough to leeward, or when she was hull down, he filled away and made sail on the wind to get nearer to Porto Rico.
He drove with a stick with a curved spike at the end of it, which, when the elephant was bad, was hooked into the membranous "flapper," always evoking the uprearing and brandishing of the proboscis, and a sound of ungentle expostulation, which could be heard a mile off. He sat on the head of the beast, sometimes cross-legged, and sometimes with his legs behind the huge ear covers. Mr.
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