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"He'd better fly soon, then, or he'll be in the ditch," said Tom grimly, for a little, sluggish stream crossed the meadow not far from where Andy had started. The next instant, thinking he had momentum enough, Andy tilted his elevation plane. The clumsy triplane rose into the air and shot forward. "There he goes!" cried Sam. "Hurrah!" yelled the crowd.
He reached the bottom of the gully and kept on after Koku's crashing footsteps. At every jump, too, he began to shout to the giant: "Koku! Hold him!" The giant's voice boomed back through the heavy timber: "I catch him! I hold him for Master! I break all um bones! Wait till Koku catch him!" "Hold him, Koku!" yelled Tom again. "Be careful and don't hurt him till I get there!"
In the height of the first confusion, the people of the neighbourhood invaded the villa. One and all lost their heads. They ran to every side, upstairs, downstairs, to the very cellar. They asked one another questions, yelled and shouted; and no one dreamt of checking Lupin's statements, which sounded so plausible.
It seemed after a time to become more accustomed to my harmless visage, and stared at me stolidly, with round, unwinking eyes, after it had exhausted the contents of the bottle. In about half an hour the train stopped at a certain station; the conductor yelled out "ten minutes for refreshments," the eating-house man rang a big bell, and the passengers, many of them, hurried out.
Before he opened his eyes, while he was still crawling about over his brothers and sisters, blind as puppies are at birth, Jim Thompson, Mr. Devant's kennel master, picked him out. "That's the best un in the bunch." When he was only three weeks old he pointed a butterfly that lit in the yard in front of his nose. "Come here, Molly," yelled Jim to his wife. "Pointed the little cuss!"
But he did not notice that a tiny spark was working its way along what seemed to be a string on the package. The fact was that it was one of his patent firecrackers that Hop had given him. Just as he joined the rest at the table the thing exploded with a noise like that of a shotgun. "Ow! Murder!" yelled the outlaw, for his hand was burned by the operation.
But it was Ray's speed that electrified the watching players. They jumped up cheering. "Oh, see him run!" yelled Ken. He was on third before Raymond reached the plate. Weir lifted a high fly to left field, and when the ball dropped into the fielder's hands Ray ran home on the throw-in. Three runs had been scored in a twinkling. It amazed the State team.
By way of covering their confusion the runaways yelled at the soldiers following them and screamed: "Assassins!" long before a single blow had been struck. Berthe wriggled through the crowd like an eel, shrieking at the top of her voice.
We all listened attentively at the sound, hardly daring to believe that what we heard was real. The noise grew louder and louder, and through the small opening we caught, sight of huge drops of rain falling. "Hurrah!" yelled Murden, starting to his feet and poking his head out of the den; "we are all right now it's raining in torrents."
"A little livelier now!" yelled Mr. Pertell. "Give way, you Union fellows, as though you were beaten, and then drive them back to the fight, Mr. Varley. That's the way!" The conflict raged and the cameras clicked away. It was all one to the camera men a parlor drama or a sanguinary conflict.
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