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Although it was Storm's deal, the gambler had the pack of cards in his hand idly shuffling them to and fro. "I have often heard," he said slowly without raising his eyes, "that when one fool sits down beside another fool at poker, the player has the luck of two fools but I never believed it before."
The ticker shrieked its message above the storm's din like a little laughing demon: "The Van Dam Trust Company Has Closed Its Doors and Asked for the Appointment of a Receiver!" "Impossible!" "A fake!" "Hell it's a joke!" From all who read it at first came these muttered exclamations. It was beyond belief. The "Judge" was particularly emphatic. "Dot's a lie, chentlemens! Take my vord for it!
"God bless ye, laddie! That's spoken like a man," said the old woman, rising from her seat. But John Storm's pale face had already flushed up to the eyes, and he dropped his head as one who was ashamed. At eight o'clock that night John Storm was walking through the streets of Soho.
Don't go fer ter tell grandpap whar I've gone er he'll worry erbout me, an' thar haint no cause ter. The storm's et my back, an' hits all down hill goin'. I hates ter tell a lie ter him, but I allows I've got ter, this one time."
"Oh, the old man had some work for me, of course. What a beastly night. Where's Whitley?" He tried to speak carelessly, but his eyes wavered and his hands trembled as he unbuttoned his heavy coat. "You're right; this storm's a ripper. Jim will be back in a minute; he just stepped down to the corner drug-store to see a man.
As for this boat, why, she'll be like a bit o' straw in a gale, and I don't want to go to the bottom until I've seed you made a skipper; and besides, we've got lots more waspses' nests to take, beside polishing off those three junks that is, if they're left to polish when the storm's done." "Stand up, Mr Herrick," cried the lieutenant. "Look yonder, due north. What do you see?"
When Storm's daughter heard that Ingmar was coming back, she pulled a long face. It seemed to her that if they must have a boy living with them, they might better have the judge's good-looking son, Bertil, or there was jolly Gabriel, the son of Hök Matts Ericsson. Gertrude liked both Gabriel and Bertil, but as for Ingmar, she couldn't exactly tell what her feelings were toward him.
"Don't ye let it git away from ye," was his caution. "If ye do it will be good-by, 'Liza Jane, an' all of us goin' slam bang to Davy Jones' locker!" From old Jerry the girls learned that they would probably have to remain on the yacht all night. "Don't ye git alarmed," he said. "The storm's goin' down, an' we'll come out all right when the sun rises."
That's a limestone ledge formation an' there ain't enough soil to cover up a t'rantler. And the storm's over back of the Tippipahs anyhow. It ain't on 'em." "It's burning up again " "Hit another yucca, mebby!" "It looks " I adjusted the lenses carefully " like a fire, all right. There's a reddish cast. I can't see any flames, exactly, but " I suppose I gave a gasp, for Casey laughed outright.
Within, the sea, as if agitated by an internal commotion, leaped in peaked mounds that jostled each other, slapping heavily against her sides; and a low moaning sound, the infinite plaint of the storm's fury, came from beyond the limits of the menacing calm.
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