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And the twenty thousand dollars was nothing to what I lost when he robbed me and Billy of our mine." "Why why, Mr. Calhoun!" cried Mrs. Campbell in a shocked voice, "did you salt that mine on purpose?" "You'd have thought so," he returned, "if you'd seen me packing the ore. It took me nigh onto two weeks." Mrs. Campbell paused and gasped, but Wunpost met her gaze with a cold, unblinking stare.
I am sure that the use made of these guns has saved us a number of casualties, besides inflicting loss on the enemy. It isn't very orthodox, I fancy, and I have noticed officers of the column rather stare sometimes at the sight of these volatile guns of ours careering away in the distance, but with the Colonel this is only another reason for using them so.
If you was to sing that 'ere song there, how it would make 'em stare; wouldn't it? Such words as them was never heerd in that patronage office, I guess; and yet folks must have often thort it too; that's a fact. "I was a hummin' the rael 'Jim Brown, and got as far as: Play upon the banjo, play upon the fiddle, Walk about the town, and abuse old Biddle,
Any common jungle tiger, even a man-eater, is good enough for himself and his friends. The Collector never ventures to approach Simla, when on leave. At Simla people would stare and raise their eye-brows if they heard that a Collector was on the hill. They would ask what sort of a thing a Collector was. The Press Commissioner would be sent to interview it.
He was playing it in a way to make you stare straight ahead and swallow hard. Emma McChesney leaned her head against the door. The man at the piano did not turn. So she tip-toed in, found a chair in a corner, and noiselessly slipped into it.
Lord Reggie looked at her with earnest pleasure, and even with a momentary affection. He had never liked her so much before. "Don't any of you stare at him while he is singing," he said, "or he will get sharp. He always does; I have noticed it." "What a pity staring does not have that effect upon all of us," said Madame Valtesi. "London would be quite brilliant.
If he is in the ticket-office you may be able to wake him he may be awake. The Special can't pass there for ten minutes yet. Don't stare at me. Call Rucker, hard." O'Neill seized the key and tried to sound the Rucker call. Again and again he attempted it and sent wild. The man that could hold a hundred trains in his head without a slip for eight hours at a stretch sat distracted.
As much as these titillations toward the Laotian repulsed and frightened him and despite a tepid attempt at eschewing his feelings, he wanted the man, like a spellbound warlock whose spells, even when having a life of their own, went contrary to the intent. As abashed as he was by his compulsion to stare, there was nothing to stop him. No one was awake but himself.
At least a score, with spears couched, bows bent, and clubs brandishing, stood ready to receive them. It was a gauntlet the pursued men might well despair of being able to run. Truly now seemed their retreat cut off, and surely did death appear to stare them in the face. "We must die, Walt," said the young prairie merchant, as he faced despairingly toward his companion.
Toby watched him still kneeling in the grass. "What are you going to do with it?" "Destroy it," he said promptly. She smiled at him, the tears still on her cheeks. "That's fine of you. Bunny, I haven't got a handkerchief." He gave her his, still looking grim. She dried her eyes and got up. The hare, recovering somewhat, gave her a frightened stare and slipped away into the undergrowth.
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