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"Two doctors in one family gee whiz!" mused Cal. "If I hadn't got the only girl God ever made right, I'd give one Dr. Cecil Granthum, of Gilroy, Ohio, a run for his money, I tell yuh those. I'd impress it upon him that a man's taking long chances when he stands and lets his best girl stampede out here among us cow-punchers for a change uh grass.

And, really, the propeller I'm thinking of inventing does whiz around." "But are you going to use a tractor or pusher type?" Tom wanted to know. "It's a combination of both," answered Mr. Damon. "As it is now, Tom, you have to get an aeroplane in pretty speedy motion before it will rise from the ground, don't you?" "Yes, of course.

He says "whiz" through his throat, and dwells a long time upon the "z." He is about the size of a farmyard duck. The plumage of the female is really gorgeous. Her head is pure white, and her body beautifully coloured with greens and russets and white. She screams, and does not say "whiz."

'Present! think I was;* fired a musket fired with an idea rushed into wine shop wrote it down back again whiz, bang another idea wine shop again pen and ink back again cut and slash noble time, Sir. Sportsman, sir?'abruptly turning to Mr. Winkle. * A remarkable instance of the prophetic force of Mr. Jingle's imagination; this dialogue occurring in the year 1827, and the Revolution in 1830.

A cannon ball struck the ground quite near to a company of soldiers. But they marched straight onward. The drums were beating, the fifes were playing. "Whiz!" Another cannon ball flew through the air and struck a tree near by. A brave general was riding across the field. One ball after another came whizzing near him. "General, you are in danger here," said an officer who was riding with him.

Bill! beat for the gentlemen. They shall have the sport. I only want the birds." Sir Charles drew back, and saw pheasant after pheasant thunder and whiz into the air, then collapse at a report, and fall like lead, followed by a shower of feathers. His friends seemed to be deserting him for Richard Bassett. He left them in charge of his keepers, and went slowly home.

"Well, what's the matter, anyway?" said Perkins, his suspicions fading. "I don't know," groaned Van. "It came on all of a sudden at the theatre. The pain is here on my right side. Gee whiz, it knocks me out!" "Shan't I get a doctor?" asked the leader. "What do you think it is?"

But, although his strength was ebbing, his heart was as high and his spirit as undaunted as ever. He would never surrender. As a last resource he had his revolver, and, if he had to die, he would take some of the outlaws with him. The thud of hoofs was nearer now, and bullets began to whiz past him. A voice that he knew was that of the leader of the gang shouted to him to halt.

"No." "See the green plumes an' ribbons?" "I do," vacantly. "Know what day o' the month it is?" "March seventeenth, of course." "Live near New York?" "About twenty miles out." "Gee whiz!" exclaimed the driver with a gasp. "I've bin a-drivin' o' this car for twenty years, an' I never met anythin' quite so innercent. Well, it's St. Patrick's Day, an' them's the wild Irish."

Keep this very quiet not a word to anybody. It may mean something in the end." "Gee whiz!" murmured Eddie, his eyes wide with interest. From that day on he and Bobby Rigby were allies even conspirators. Later in the day Rigby had a telephone message from Graydon Bansemer, suggesting that they lunch together.