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"All right, Dan; but be a little careful with the water, you seem to be pretty near drowning me as it is. Just wipe my face and hair, and get the handkerchief from the pocket of my jacket, and open the shirt collar and put the handkerchief inside round my neck. How is the battle going on? The roar seems louder than ever."
Don't you want that gallon of stale buttermilk to take your tan off, Miss Nancy?" "Oh, shut up!" cried Dan, sharply; "if you choose to turn pigs simply because you've come out to do a little fighting, I've nothing to say against it; but I prefer to remain a gentleman, that's all." "He prefers to remain a gentleman, that's all," chanted the chorus round the apple tree.
My father stopped, his face straightened, and his voice, which had rung out like a horn, wheezed back like a whistle. "What's going doing? Where's Conrad? Why doesn't Conrad come to me?" "Don't worry. He'll be down presently," said Father Dan.
Meade and Laura. "Nothing. Is all right with you?" "Surely!" "Dave, when we're alone I have something to show you. I fear you have an enemy here." "An enemy! Oh, no. But I shall be glad to see what you have to show me." It was not long before, at a word from Dave, Dan took Mrs. Meade and Laura out for a walk.
I'm going to kill two birds with one stone." "What do you mean?" "I'm going to carry Dora Stanhope off, just as old Crabtree wanted, and I'm going to give my father a lift." "You mean that you are going to help him to escape from the authorities?" "I didn't put it that way. He wants to keep, out of sight." "It amounts to the same thing, Dan." "As you will.
"...My son, that subtle essence which you do not perceive there, of that very essence this great Nyagrodha tree exists.... That which is the subtile essence, in it all that exists has its self. It is the True. It is the Self, and thou, O Svetaketu, art it." Substance, the Thing-in-itself You were It. Dan was It. You could think away your body, Dan's body.
"Ye would be late out that night," said Dan, and again we were silent till the drover spoke, and the thought came to me that he arranged all his words in his mind, and then loosed his tongue to them.
"Don't preach I won't listen to it!" fumed the bully. "You have got to pay that money. If you don't well, I don't believe you'll ever reach America alive, that's all." With these words Dan Baxter withdrew, followed by Captain Villaire. "You think za will pay?" queried the French brigand anxiously. "To be sure they will pay. They value their lives too much to refuse.
Here you, Anderson, can you see that rope from where you are? Shoot it off, if you can, close up to the beam." Dan Anderson, in spite of Stillson's hasty warning to keep down, rose at full height at the edge of the cover, and took a deliberate off-hand shot.
Why not let him go with you to the funeral at Craig's Corner this afternoon? He would be company for you, too." "But I'm not coming home until to-morrow. I expect to spend the night there, and in the morning go overland to see the Stickles and take those good things you have been making for the sick man. You will need Dan to stay with you." "No, I shall be all right.
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