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Excitedly Kirkwood touched the man's arm with a detaining hand. "Boat-train?" he gasped, pointing at the board. "Left ten minutes ago, thank you, sir." "Wel-l, but...! Of course I can get another train at Tilbury?" "For yer boat? No, sir, thank you, sir. Won't be another tryne till mornin', sir." "Oh-h!..." Aimlessly Kirkwood drifted away, his mind a blank.
"Wel-l...." George floundered helplessly for a moment; and fell back again upon an imagination for the time being stimulated to an abnormal degree of inventiveness: "P'raps old Shaynon's double-crossed her somehow we don't know nothin' about. He ain't above it, if all they tell of him's true.
"That's the way to talk," Burnham cried heartily; "never give up, I say!... But tell me about some of these inventions, won't you?" "Wel-l" Sam knitted his fingers and pursed his lips reflectively "I patented a new type threshing machine, once, but I couldn't get anybody to take hold of it. You see, I haven't any money, Mr. Burnham." "How would you like to talk it over with me, some time?
"Less through self-satisfaction than in contempt for a pack of murderous mongrels impatience that I have to consider such creatures as Popinot, Wertheimer, De Morbiban and all their crew." "And Bannon," she corrected calmly "you meant to say!" "Wel-l " he stammered, discountenanced. "It doesn't matter," she assured him.
He slid down from the sweaty back of his nigh leader and stood slightly bow-legged and very determined before the garage owner, Bill Masters. "Wel-l there ain't much sale for horses, Casey. I ain't got any place to keep 'em, nor any feed. I'll sell yuh a Ford on time, and " Casey glanced over his shoulder to make sure the horses were standing quiet, dropped the reins and advanced upon Bill.
"Wel-l, perhaps you're right. I'll go there. It's after twelve, but..." He started to get his hat and stopped with an exclamation: "Why, Nat! I didn't know you'd got back!" Duncan was at the back of the store, clearing the last remnants of the old stock from the shelves.
"You said so, didn't you?" "Wel-l ... yes, so I did." "You can change your mind, of course." "I shan't, honestly, until you turn stupid. And you can't do that until you stop having strange adventures. Will you tell me something?" "If I can." "About the man who wouldn't acknowledge knowing you? You remember saying three people had been mistaken about your identity this afternoon."
A bonfire a mile off wouldn't look any bigger than that. Would it now?" His tone was a challenge to my truthfulness. "Wel-l, I guess it wouldn't, come to think of it." "Guess? You know darn well it wouldn't. You watch that there fire. I ain't over there but if that ain't the devil's lantern, I'll walk on my hands from here over there an' find out for yuh."
Father and Mother gazed and ate chocolate ice-cream and large quantities of cake, with the naïve relish of people who usually dine at home. They sat on deck till Mother yawned and nodded and at last said the "Wel-l " which always means, "Let's go to bed." Father had so inspired her with faith in the comparative safety of their wild voyaging that she was no longer afraid, but just sleepy.
"Leave it to her," insisted George in an expiring gasp of bravado. "You'd ask her yourself?" "Ye-es " "And let it stand on her answer?" "Wel-l " "Here she comes now," added P. Sybarite, glancing up the street. "Quick, now; you've only a minute to decide. Is it a bet?" With a gesture of brave decision, George returned his money to his pocket.
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