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I could speak their language some, and I told them I would kill them all if they shot my ox. They saw that I meant what I said. Then the two chiefs held out their hands, and yelled to the warrior not to shoot. He lowered his gun and returned to the crowd, but he was very angry. The other Indians seemed amazed, and stood as if paralyzed.
It was wrenched from him, and directly there was not a drop more in it. They tilted it, and when none ran out, flung the keg out of doors and crowded to the door of the dark place, where Jake barred the way. "Don't take to that yet!" he said to Clallam, for John was lifting his rifle. "Piah-chuck!" yelled the Indians, scarcely able to stand.
Then, raising both hands to his face and using them as a speaking-trumpet, he yelled, with all the power of his lungs, "Run! run for your life!"
There in the front were two of the stoutest armed with capstan bars, and as the crew of the boat were about to dash forward, these two blacks yelled together and charged at the schooner's men, striking out so savagely that two of their adversaries went down, and the next they attacked shrank back.
"Hi, Rover, come back, sir!" yelled out Bob, at the pitch of his voice "Rover, come back!" But, the dog, although hitherto always obedient to his young master's call, paid no attention to it now, turning a deaf ear to all his whistles and shouts and swimming steadily towards the shore. "Poor Rover, he'll be drownded, sure-ly!" said Dick. "Don't 'ee think we'd better go arter he, poor chap?"
Come, let us get back to the city and " Her words were cut short by a shout from Malvoise. He started up his engine suddenly and before the old man could step back out of the way, the helpers, taken by surprise, let go of the rear structure to which they had been clinging. "Out of my way!" yelled Malvoise, as like some huge juggernaut the black aeroplane bore down on old Eben Joyce.
And then the old feeling of protection for the 'young un' the delicate boy who had been his fag at Eton stopped his grim smiling, and as another shot whizzed past them he yelled out suddenly, 'Lie down, Toffy! Get down into the bottom of the boat! And quite suddenly Toffy did as he was told.
I flung myself upon Satan and rode out to see Jones ahead and Frank flashing through the green on the white horse. At the end of the pinyon thicket Satan overhauled Jones's bay, and we entered the open forest together. We saw Frank glinting across the dark pines. "Hi! Hi!" yelled the Colonel. No need was there to whip or spur those magnificent horses.
"San Martin ahoy!" he yelled, standing up in the stern and hailing the ship in what he believed to be sailor fashion. "Hullo! Who are you?" came the answer. "Is Admiral Cochrane on board?" "Well, he was a minute ago." "Throw a rope, will you? we're coming up."
He felt it all over, smoothing it with his hand; he cocked and snapped it; and the little brown bat on his scalp-lock fairly yelled: "Get your ponies, get your ponies you must have the gun." Returning the gun, the Bat ran out, and after a time came back with his three ponies, which he drove up to the white man's pen, saying in Chis-chis-chash: "Here are my ponies. Give me the gun."
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