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"Herr General wishes to speak to you. You will come with me." Stan looked at O'Malley and O'Malley looked at Stan. Stan spoke smoothly. "Couldn't we see the general after the lecture? We'd like very much to hear the colonel." "It will not wait. Herr General is a very impatient man." There was nothing to do but go with Hans.
She turned over slowly, fired twice, idled, then fired again. Sweat broke out over Stan's forehead. Below him the faces of Domber and his men blurred. The engine kept on rumbling and sputtering. Stan relaxed as he pretended to be working on the gas adjustment. He gave the valve a turn and the Allison smoothed considerably. Leaving it that way he looked down at Hans, a deep frown on his face.
You are a very capable man, Lieutenant Wilson." "You flatter me," Stan said smoothly. "But how are you going to get back to Germany?" "Don't try to stall for time. I have killed your pals, Allison and O'Malley, the idiotic Irishman. Now it is your turn. I shall break a container of Herr Domber's gas in this room before I lock you in." "Is that the way you killed Allison and O'Malley?" Stan asked.
There's women that do it all the time if their folks are called away." "Why, I could," said Tira, with a clear glance at him, "only he won't let me." "What's he got to do with it," said Tenney, in surprise. "Won't let ye? Jerry Slate won't let ye? Jerry ain't one to meddle nor make. I guess if you told him 'twas your place to do it an' you'd ruther stan' up to it, he'd have no more to say."
"What's happened, Stan? Can't you tell me? What is it?" Not to her, but to Dick Allport, he made answer. "Bessie Lowe is dead!" I saw Dick Allport's thunderstruck surprise before he arose. I saw his glance go from Standish to Leila with a questioning that overrode all other possible emotion in him. Then I saw him look at Burton as if he doubted his sanity.
"It compares favorably with the last roast duck dinner I had in London." He grinned at Stan. After finishing their meal the boys sat waiting for their guide. "He has to care for his horse and dispose of the hay," Sim explained. The boys left the cellar very soon after finishing their meal. Their guide led them down a country lane.
And crooked Say, if I told the prosecuting attorney what I know about this last Street Traction option steal, both you and me would go to jail, along with some nice, clean, pious, high-up traction guns!" "Well, Stan, looks like we were coming down to cases. That deal There was nothing crooked about it.
I don't see how they ever did, but they put 't off, 'n' put 't off, 'n' 't last they got him free; 'n' he lived on thar a spell, but he couldn't stan' it; 'peared like he never hed no peace; 'n' he came over ter our 'us, 'n' sed he, 'Jake, they allers called daddy 'Jake, or 'Uncle Jake, 'Jake, sed he, 'I can't stan' it, livin' hyar. 'Why, sez daddy, 'the law o' the country's clar'd ye. 'Yes, sez he, 'but the law o' God hain't; 'n' I've got Claiborne allers with me.
He had a shamed sense of intrusion into privacies. "It's very interestin' to see a boat goin' out to sea," Mr. Quinn was saying. "I used to come down here many's a time when I was a young fellow just to watch the steamers goin' out. Did you ever stan' on top of a hill an' watch a boat sailin' out to sea?" "No, I don't remember doing that!" "It's a fine sight, that!
Stan settled down close to the channel again and kept racing on. The FW's were sloping in at a screaming pace. Stan felt their first lead as it hailed around him. He stayed in the fire a split second, then bounced up and over. He saw the three FW's far below him. They were coming around for another climb. "Sorry, fellows, but I just can't wait," Stan muttered.
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