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Clodd experienced another new sensation that of falling in his own estimation. "And yet one can see that you are clever." The mercury of Clodd's conceit shot upward to a point that in the case of anyone less physically robust might have been dangerous to health. Clodd held out his hand. "We'll pull it through, Tommy. The Guv'nor shall find the literature; you and I will make it go. I like you."
Then he heard a scraping sound behind him, and turned quickly about with pricked ears. Under the house, from the direction of the kitchen, Tommy Earle was crawling toward him on hands and knees. The boy lost no time. He sat up straddle-legged like a tailor, and pulled the dog's head on his knee.
The people in the city are still pouring the stuff down through Jacaro's Tube." Evelyn smiled faintly. She touched his hand. "Trying to keep me from worrying? Tommy...." She hesitated until he growled a question. "Please remember that when Daddy and I were in the jungle before, we saw what these Ragged Men do to prisoners they take.
There was no moon as yet although there would be one later on, and little could be seen of the horsemen who were doubtless seeking refuge in the canons farther to the north, but the heavy breathing of the horses and the creaking of the saddles could be distinctly heard. "I just went to the tent to wake Katz!" Tommy chuckled, "and saw him sneaking away making flat-footed for the hills!"
The pretty plaything dipped and danced a moment, while the light wavered but still lived. Then a breath of wind shook the willows, and the light was gone. "Now it's my turn," Tommy exclaimed, wasting no sentiment on another's failure. He rushed down the bank and into the shallow water to catch the wishing-boat before it drifted away.
Tommy, having been unable to free herself from her blanket, had rolled over and over until she reached the opposite side of the tent. Margery Brown, not having got out of the way, had been hit on the head by a tent-pole, which knocked her down and so dazed her for the moment that she lay whimpering where she had fallen. Of this Harriet and Miss Elting were unaware.
When Clare woke from his first sleep, which he did within an hour for he was too hungry to sleep straight on, and the door, imperfectly closed by Tommy, had come open, and let in a cold wind with the moonlight he raised himself on his elbow, and peered from his stone shelf into the dreary hut. He could not at once tell where he was, but when he remembered, his first thought was Tommy.
The curious thing is that they certainly did not know anything about you when they first held you prisoner. You are sure that you did not in any way disclose your identity?" Tommy shook his head. "That's so," said Julius with a nod. "Therefore I reckon some one put them wise and not earlier than Sunday afternoon." "Yes, but who?" "That almighty omniscient Mr. Brown, of course!"
If the purser lets me go free " "You have much to prove," the girl smiled. "To-morrow when Mrs. Tommy Gray introduces us I may accept you as a builder of plots. I happen to know you are good. But as It's too silly! Better go and have it out with that purser." Reluctantly he went. In five minutes he was back. The girl was still standing by the rail. "It's all right!" West said.
"If I could be sure of that!" she gasped. "Don't you believe me, dear?" "Yes, but that is not what makes me cry. Tommy, don't you see?" "Yes," he assured her, "I see. You are crying because you feel so sorry for him. But I don't feel sorry for him, Elspeth.
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