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Then he broke out in a hoarse shout the sound in that quiet sylvan spot was like a tocsin: "Fire! An awful fire! Hewitt's pine woods up that road!" He waved a wild, bare arm his shirt-sleeve was torn to the shoulder. "Go and git help. They need all the men they can git!" He dropped from the running-board and ran back up the hill through the bushes.

A shot rang out, and another, but without checking his flight. He turned in the saddle and waved a derisive hand at the shooters, then plunged into a wash and disappeared. What inspired her she could never tell. Perhaps it was her indignation at the thing he had done, perhaps her anger at that mocking wave of the hand with which he had vanished.

It was only when she waved her adieus at the beach that she dropped her foils. "I shall pray for fair winds, monsieur," she called. I looked back at her across the widening water. "Madame, can you hear me? The wind I pray for will blow me back to you." Metaphor aside, it was a favorable day and the breeze was with us.

From the lip of the narrow volcanic fissure, which ran diagonally two-thirds of the way across the mouth of the valley, the line of fire waved and flickered against the gathering dark. Sometimes only a few inches high, sometimes sinking suddenly out of sight, and then again as suddenly leaping up to a height of five or six feet, the thin, gaseous flames danced elvishly.

Two or three boys ran past him, with printed placards in their hands, which they waved in front of them, and on which in thick black letters could be seen: "Murder of Lord Wrotham! Death of the Murderer! Appalling Tragedy at Blue Anchor!"

"You may inform and we may be caught," said Edgar, sternly; "but whatever happens you shall die if you disobey. Speak not, but wave your hand in reply." Dwarro obeyed. Those who had hailed him apparently thought the distance too great for speech; they waved their hands in return, and the boat passed on.

No, upon my soul, in years gone by " "Why, and didn't I say so? To be sure, I'm telling you how in years gone by " "Go on!" the lad waved his hand. "A cobbler, eh? or a tailor? or what are you?" "I?" Chelkash queried, and after a moment's thought he said: "I'm a fisherman." "A fisherman! Really? You catch fish?" "Why fish? Fishermen about here don't catch fish only.

When you see a white sheet waved over the taffrail, throw off your jacket and shirt and swim out to the schooner. D'ye understand?" "Perfectly," replied the boy, whose decision of manner and action grew with the occasion. "And now, Mr Thorwald," said Gascoyne, "I shall swim off to the schooner.

It might help us. If it doesn't well, I suppose we shall come alive again at sunset. I wonder if scalping hurts as much as they say." "I'll wave the flag again," said Anthea. "If they stand back, we'll run for it." She waved the towel, and the chief commanded his followers to stand back. Then, charging wildly at the place where the line of Indians was thinnest, the four children started to run.

To complete the confusion of his appearance, he was called "Senor" Perkins, for no other reason, apparently, than his occasional, but masterful, use of the Spanish vernacular. Steadying himself by one of the quarter stanchions, he waved his right hand oratorically towards the sinking coast. "Look at it, sir.