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"I'm damned!" says he, and flops down into his elbow-chair. In the end we made a treaty, to Mr. Wicks' great disgust, who saw the guineas slipping through his fingers. Nor was the Squire less aggrieved at first, for clearly it was to him a matter of high concern to nail Swift Nicks. "What's it matter to us here who's got a crown on his head in London?" he said.
"No nor even to whom the message went. He'd begun sending when I got in." "Of course we couldn't prove that the operator understood the portent of the message but I know the fellow his name is Wicks, and I think he's a bad egg." "Where does the bank cashier live?" inquired Brent. "Three miles out along Deephole Branch and he has no telephone," growled the Titan.
"Young Mary says that he is in the shack in Rattlesnake Creek." "But Kie Wicks took us through that hut this afternoon," replied the Judge. "He isn't there!" The girls showed their disappointment. "Maybe they just moved the old man out for an hour until you finished your search," said Bet. "I wouldn't put that past Kie Wicks. Nothing is too bad for him to do."
"Glory!" said he, "this ship's rotten!" "I believe you, my boy," said Captain Wicks. The next day the sailor was observed with his nose aloft. "Don't you get looking at these sticks," the captain said, "or you'll have a fit and fall overboard." Mac turned to the speaker with rather a wild eye.
George tried to arouse the fallen one and lift him to his feet, but his efforts only met with failure, and the other sank back again on his bed of snow. The printer studied a moment. What should he do? Then his eyes caught a gleam of light from a house near by. "Of course," he thought, "Uncle Bobbie Wicks lives there."
A moment later there was a scurry of footsteps on the stairs and Alberta Wicks, followed by Mary Hampton, entered the room. Grace rose from her chair to greet them. "Good afternoon," she said pleasantly. "I shall have to introduce myself. I am Grace Harlowe of the freshman class. I saw you at the dance the other night but did not meet you."
No one of them quite understood the newspaper girl's attitude, but as she was often seen in company with Alberta Wicks and Mary Hampton, they were forced to draw their own conclusions. Grace fought against harboring the slightest resemblance to suspicion against the two seniors and their new friend. "Does Miss West know that Mabel is coming to Overton for Thanksgiving?" asked Anne.
The air there was heavy with the somnolence which accompanies a long vigil, and the lamps cast a wavering light while their burned-out wicks glowed red within their globes. The ladies had reached that vaguely melancholy hour when they felt it necessary to tell each other their histories.
Wicks, who lies on his back with his large head turned fixedly my way to see how often I stop at the bed whose number is 11. Last night he dared to say, "It's not like you, nurse, staying so much with that rowdy crew...." The gallants ... I know! But one among them has grown quieter, and his bed is No. 11. Even Mr. Wicks is my enemy. He watches and guards.
This, with the three pound fourteen already in the heel, made a total of seven pounds one shilling. "I'll tell you," said Wicks. "Let Carthew and Tommy and me take one pound apiece, and Hemstead and Amalu split the other four, and toss up for the odd bob." "O, rot!" said Carthew. "Tommy and I are bursting already. We can take half a sov. each, and let the other three have forty shillings."
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