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Aye, they understood, but their breath came heavily and they glanced furtively each at the other, while the youngest, Rhys, shivered and drew closer to Tad. Daurn's burning eyes questioned them one by one, and one by one they bowed their heads but spake never a word. "Ye'll swear to it, lads," he whispered hoarsely, and drew a long dagger from beneath his pillow.
Walter soon fell into a deep sleep, while Tad and Ned, too full of the events of the night to go to sleep at once, sat by the camp fire discussing the stirring scenes through which they had so recently passed, until the deep, rhythmic snores of Stacy Brown reminded them that they, too, should seek their pine bough cots if they intended to get any more rest that night.
"We don't want to see any rattler," piped Chunky. "I'd snip his head off with my pistol if I caught sight of him." "Yes, you would!" grinned Tad. "You'd have to learn to shoot first," scoffed Rector. "Perhaps Captain McKay will give us some lessons in revolver shooting," suggested Tad. "From what I hear I guess you boys are pretty handy with both rifle and pistol as it is.
The sun is up!" shouted Tad Butler, as Sunday morning dawned bright and beautiful, the birds now making the mountains ring with their joyous songs. The Pony Riders rose up, rubbing their eyes sleepily. "What time is it?" asked Ned Rector. "Half-past six." "Too early to sing. I refuse to sit on a bough and sing at any such unearthly hour." "Huh!
I just tasted it, gave the child a penny and blessed her. "Oes genoch tad?" "No," said she; "but I have a mam." Tad in mam; blessed sounds; in all languages expressing the same blessed things. After walking for some hours I saw a tall blue hill in the far distance before me. "What is the name of that hill?" said I to a woman whom I met. "Pen Caer Gybi," she replied.
They did as directed, and as they were in a dark corner, there was not much danger that they would be seen till they were ready to light on their game. Footsteps were heard. "Here he comes!" Browning peered out, and two figures were seen approaching. "How many?" anxiously whispered Tad Horner, quivering with anxiety. "Two. They are easy. Ready for the rush."
Then, when you thought you had got all the information you wanted, you followed us." "It's not true. You know it's a lie!" shouted the Professor. "Be careful how you nag me on," warned the miner. "You know you think nothing of the kind. What is it that you reckon to say at some other time?" "This," answered Darwood, tapping his holster significantly. Tad laughed softly to himself.
Chairman, that Tad Butler be made an honorary member of the club, as well as riding master and manager of the live stock." "Second the motion," added Walter quickly. The motion was carried with much enthusiasm. Then the club voted to make Chunky Brown its permanent presiding officer, and this in spite of the winner's vigorous objections.
"It would be fun to ride on one of them," said Sue. "But come on, Uncle Tad. Take us to the circus. We want to see the parade." "We want to see everything," added Bunny. "The side shows and everything, and, please, Mother, may we have some peanuts and popcorn?" "Oh, I don't want you eating a lot of things that will make you ill," said Mrs. Brown. "I mean to feed to the elephants," said Bunny.
There was a meeting. Annixter liked Dyke, as did every one else in and about Bonneville. He paused now to shake hands with the discharged engineer and to ask about his little daughter, Sidney, to whom he knew Dyke was devotedly attached. "Smartest little tad in Tulare County," asserted Dyke. "She's getting prettier every day, Mr. Annixter. THERE'S a little tad that was just born to be a lady.
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