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"Where's Lieutenant Siddons going?" McGee asked the Ack Emma who was making a careful check of the plane. "Don't know, sir. Got orders last night to have her ready." "Did Sergeant Williams get orders for my plane?" "Yes, sir. Are you and Siddons goin' over on patrol, Lieutenant?" "I can't answer for Siddons," McGee evaded. "You'd better ask him." "Huh! A lot of good it would do.
Don't keep the audience waiting. Aren't yuh going to earn that hundred dollars?" Happy Jack turned half a shade redder than was natural. "Aw, gwan. I never said I was going to do no broncho-busting ack. But I betche yuh never seen that roan before he was unloaded in Dry Lake." "What'll yuh bet I don't know that hoss from a yearling colt?"
The red flames began to curl around the wood, and I started for the fire, intending to absorb some of that glowing heat, if, as Uncle Remus says, "it wuz de las' ack." But right then a mounted officer dashed up to the spot, and sprang from his horse. He was wearing big cavalry boots, and jumped on that fire with both feet and stamped it out in less time than I am taking to tell about it.
McGee clicked his teeth in a little sound of suppressed emotion, slipped through the hangar door and stood face to face with his own old Ack Emma. "For the luva Pete!" exclaimed the startled air mechanic. "When did you get here, Lieutenant?" McGee extended his hand in greeting. Williams grasped it, eagerly. "Well, for the luva Pete?" he repeated, lacking words in his surprise and pleasure.
As to that he had no misgiving, but an inner voice spoke in disturbing whispers. He could not forget Hump Doane's appeal and prophecy of tribulation. By killing Bas now he might even loose that avalanche! "An' yit ef I tarries a few days more," he argued stubbornly within himself, "hit's ergoin' ter be even wusser. I'm my own man now an' licensed ter ack fer myself."
'You'll have to crawl if you ride 'Ercles, observed Leather, 'if not walk. Bless you! I've been a-nussin' of him and the 'ack most the 'ole night. 'Indeed! replied Mr. Sponge, who began to be alarmed lest his hunting might be brought to an abrupt termination. 'True as I'm 'ere, rejoined Leather.
He laughed aloud, a sardonic, wild, coarse laugh, and he shivered once or twice violently, in spite of the brandy he had drunk. "You won't speak to me, eh? Won't you? Curse you! Pass me on the other side so! Look at me. I am the worst man in the world, eh? Judas is nothing no! Ack, what are you, to turn your back on me? Listen to me!
Satisfied that this would not end the questioning, he added, "The Ack Emma has made some repairs. I'm going to give her a test." "Oh, I see. Thought maybe I was going to have the pleasure of your company and your help. Nice morning for my little jaunt, isn't it?" "Bully!" McGee looked at him closely to discover any hint of fear.
Seeing Thomas's momentary advantage, she came spinning close to the Gate. "Use h-words, Thomas!" she hummed. "Use h-words!" Thomas acted upon her advice. "Hack and hit and hammer!" he charged. "Haggle and halve and hamper! Halt and hang and harass!" "'Ack and 'it and 'ammer!" struck back the King's English, beginning to breath hard. "Aggie and 'alve and 'amper! 'Alt and 'ang and 'arass!"
"We-ell, if I do, I calc'late I got some idee uh how a shurf had oughta ack," Applehead informed him with a boastful note in his voice, and pulled himself up straighter in his chair. "I was 'lected shurf uh this county four different terms right hand runnin', and if I do say it, they wasn't nobody ever said I didn't do my duty.
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