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Throppy, because of his mechanical and inventive turn of mind, was intrusted with the duty of seeing that the cabin, the boats, and all the gear were kept in first-class shape. "Now," concluded Jim, "so far the most important position of all has gone begging. Who'll be cook? Whittington, it lies between you and Filippo."
"You don't mean to say that five of us have got to live in this hole?" "Nowhere else, unless you want to stay out on the beach or in the fish-house." "But where do we sleep?" "There!" Jim gestured toward the wooden framework on the right wall. Percy thrust his hand into one of the bunks. "Why, there's no mattress or spring here! It's only a bare box!" "That's just what it is, Whittington!
But all were too much exhausted by the night's work to have spirit for more than a snarling encounter of words, and the only effect was that Giles and Stephen were left isolated in their misery outside the shelter of the handsome arched gateway under which the others congregated. Newgate had been rebuilt by Whittington out of pity to poor prisoners and captives.
I don't wonder Whittington got the wind up when Tuppence plumped out that name! I should have myself. But look here, sir, we're taking up an awful lot of your time. Have you any tips to give us before we clear out?" "I think not. My experts, working in stereotyped ways, have failed. You will bring imagination and an open mind to the task. Don't be discouraged if that too does not succeed.
"Yea," manfully returned Stephen. "'Twas what I ever hoped to do, to fare on and seek our fortune in London." "Ha! To pick up gold and silver like Dick Whittington.
He did not, however, offer to help her to alight. "This is your lodging?" she asked. "No," said he, "the King's;" and the woman shrank suddenly back amongst her cushions. In a moment, however, her face was again at the door. "Then who was he, my postillion?" "Your postillion?" asked Whittington, glancing at the servant who held the horses.
"The whole road has been reminding me of my namesake Whittington," said Richard, "and that waggon is the finishing touch. Halloa! What's the matter?" We had stopped, and the waggon had stopped too. Its music changed as the horses came to a stand, and subsided to a gentle tinkling, except when a horse tossed his head or shook himself and sprinkled off a little shower of bell-ringing.
I beg you to remain on the step on which you stand. For if you mount one more, you will put me to the inconvenience of drawing my sword." Wogan leaned back idly against the wall. The Princess should now be on the road and past the inn unless perhaps Whittington was at watch beneath the windows. That did not seem likely, however. Whittington would work in the dark and not risk detection.
But we will after them at once, and, please God, we will have her back, safe and sound. They have but an hour's start." "Ay," muttered young Whittington to Havisham. "Only an hour. But the Chickahominies build the swiftest canoes in this corner of the world, and I have heard that the canoes of the Ricahecrians are to the canoes of the Chickahominies as swallows are to cranes."
When his relatives banged the door in his face, turning him destitute in the streets of London, if John Ledyard could have foreseen that the act would indirectly lead to the Lewis and Clark exploration of the great region between the Mississippi and the Pacific, he would doubtless have regarded the unkindness as Dick Whittington did the cat, that led on to fortune.
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