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He was familiar with the story of Wolfert Webber, who had dug over the whole of his cabbage garden in search of hidden treasure, and he had no little contempt for those who allowed themselves to be carried away by such vain and silly illusions. While he had no doubt that Miss Liverage was in earnest, he had little confidence in the existence of the hidden treasure at High Rock.
The gambler, Parky, sufficiently recovered from the wound in his arm to be out of his house, and planning a secret revenge against old Jim and his friends, was more than merely opposed to the plan which had come from the shop of Webber. "It don't go down," said he to a crowd, with a sneer at the parson and with oaths for Bone.
"Well, be it so, to Lucy, talk the little girl into a most deplorable attachment for me." "But, how, may I ask, and when?" "I'll begin at the ball, man." "Why, I thought you said you were not going?" "There you mistake seriously. I merely said that I had not been invited." "Then, of course," said I, "Webber, you can't think of going, in any case, on my account."
Nothing moved, except by the natural motion of the wind. The people crouched among the trees, so still that Kieran would not have seen them if he had not known they were there. The patrol craft roared past, cranking up speed as it went. Webber grinned. "They'll be a couple of hours at least, overhauling and examining the flitter.
"Softest little fingers I ever felt," said Webber. "I'd give twenty dollars if he'd laugh at me once." "Awful nice little shaver," said another. "I once had a mighty touchin' story happen to me, myself," said Keno, solemnly. "What was it?" inquired a sympathetic miner. "Couldn't bear to tell it not this mornin'," said Keno. "Too touchin'."
"Your off horse needs shoein'," said Webber, quickly scanning every detail of the animals and vehicle with his practised eye. "It's a long pull to Fremont. I reckon you can't git started before the day after tomorrow." To a preacher who had found himself superfluous, the thought of the bill of expenses that would heap up so swiftly here in Borealis was distressing. He was poor; he was worried.
He sat in a confined little metal coop of a cabin, hardly enough in which to stand erect. Paula Ray, in a chair a few feet away was sleeping, her head on her breast. Webber sat forward, in what appeared to be a pilot-chair with a number of crowded control banks in front of it. He was not doing anything to the controls. He looked as though he might be sleeping, too.
Hammersley mentioned the thing to me." "Oh, is he in town?" said I. "No; he sailed for Portsmouth yesterday. He is to join the llth game. I say, Webber, you've lost the rubber." "Double or quit, and a dinner at Dunleary," said Webber. "We must show O'Malley, confound the Mister! something of the place." "Agreed."
In fact, nothing short of being broke by general court-martial could complete his sensations of horror at such a stroke of fortune; and I am not certain, if choice were allowed him, that he would not prefer the latter." "Then he has never yet seen her?" said Webber.
At least ten million credits are going to be picked up by an armored truck and taken to branch banks for distribution. "Hollis, here, happens to have found out the wave-patterns of the roboguards who'll be protecting the currency shipment. And Al Webber has some equipment that can paralyze roboguards if we know their operational wavelength.
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