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We tore the ends of our finger-nails off against the ship's side in trying to stop the boat's drift, and shouted despairingly again and again for help and a line; but our voices were drowned in the roar of the gale, there was no response, and the next sea carried us under the bark's counter.
Slade's ham-like hand came down upon Farley's stooped shoulder in a thwack that doubled the invalid over and set him to coughing. "Brace up, Dad," the trader-cowman rallied him in his bull voice. "You're not dead yet. Good thing for us your bark's worse'n your bite. Huh, Cochise?" His massive body shook with a roar of laughter at the joke. "This is Mr. Lennon our guest," Carmena again interposed.
I'll rip up their adjective substantives. Give me my adjective trousers! says Bark, and I'll spile the bileing of 'em! Now, Bark, what's the use of this? Here's Black and Green, Detective Sergeant, and Inspector Field. You know we will come in. I know you won't! says Bark. Somebody give me my adjective trousers! Bark's trousers seem difficult to find.
See that yaller birch over thar? Well, I've knowed that birch over forty-two year and he ain't altered a mite, 'cept his clothes ain't as decent as they was, and his shoes is give out 'round the roots. You kin see whar the bark's busted 'long 'round his toes, but his heart's all right and he's alive and peart, too.
The other close friend that I made aboard the Scarboro during the first few days of the voyage, was old Tom Anderly. He was the bewhiskered old barnacle who had welcomed the possibility of getting oil in the bark's tanks from the dead whale, when I had first come aboard.
A man mysteriously walking about the kitchen all night in the dark, bids her hold her tongue. We come out. Deputy fastens the door and goes to bed again. Black and Green, you know Bark, lodging-house keeper and receiver of stolen goods? O yes, Inspector Field. Go to Bark's next. Bark sleeps in an inner wooden hutch, near his street door.
Ne'er meets a man bout an oath or a curse; I should think he were going to die if he spoke me civil; but arter all, his bark's waur than his bite, and yo' may tell him one o' his turn-outs said so, if yo' like. Eh! but yo'll have a lot of prize mill-owners at Thornton's!
"I hope she gets it, too," sighed the cobbler. Of a sudden a thought seemed to strike him. The girl noticed it and looked a question. "Peggy's bark's worser'n her bite," Lafe explained in answer. "She's like a lot of them little pups that do a lot of barkin' but wouldn't set their teeth in a biscuit." "Does that mean," Jinnie asked eagerly, "if she don't get the two dollars to-night, Mrs.
"It is your mother," he said, "who is making me dull." "Poor old mummy," Sybil declared, cheerfully. "Never mind. Her bark's a good deal worse than her bite. Good-bye, both of you." Lord Arranmore rose and closed the door after her. "Sybil is a remarkably handsome young woman," he said. "Any signs of her getting married yet?" Lady Caroom shook her head. "No!
"I can put the skiff out, get the bark's line, haul it back, an' make it fast on the bitts you two skunks has been occupyin' instead of a prison cell." "Hello! There's another county gone Democratic. Your old man must ha' been to sea once an' told you about it. Them bitts won't hold." "I'll make the towline fast to the mainmast." "That'll hold, I admit.
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