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From another key a flock of roseate spoon-bill, or pink curlew, flew at the approach of the boat, while young herons sat fearlessly on branches of trees or spread wings and stretched long legs as they fled in affright. That night Mr. Barstow called a council on the cabin top. "Boys, I would like to have you make Miami in four days from now, if you can manage it." "That's easy," said Ned.
The next moment a four-foot weapon of a hand's breadth, armed with a double row of teeth, was lifted for a second above the surface and was followed by the three fins, tandem, that proved the presence of a sawfish. Dick fairly quivered with excitement as he held his harpoon at ready. "Captain," said he sharply, "will there be the least bit of danger to Miss Barstow if I strike that fish now?"
You can't get those things honestly in time to enjoy them, in one generation. You can't get them at all, unless you sell the best part of you as you did when you came to the Gordon Chemical Company. Oh Lord, Barstow, how came you to forget all the dreams we used to dream?" Barstow turned quickly. There was the look upon his face as of a man who presses back a little.
'Twas my mother's, an' her mother's afore her, an' there ain't a piece missin'. When you git ready for it, Wilfred here he'll come round an' pack it up." Ann Barstow stood at the kitchen table, rubbing her silver tea-set. The house was poor and old, but very clean, and Ann a thin little eager body seemed to fit it perfectly.
The new gardener was now shooting alternately with Walter Hine, while Captain Barstow, standing a few feet behind them, recorded the hits in a little book. He looked up at the sound of Garratt Skinner's voice and perceiving Chayne at once put a stop to the match. Garratt Skinner turned again to his daughter, and spoke now without any anger at all.
"I've wronged you, Joe Clark," ses George Barstow, coming to the door, "and I'm sorry for it." "Oh!" ses Joe, staring. "Give that to your little Jimmy," ses George Barstow, giving 'im a shilling. "I've give 'im one, but I thought arterwards it wasn't enough." "What for?" ses Joe, staring at 'im agin. "For bringing my cat 'ome," ses George Barstow.
She looked at him a moment timidly, yet thoughtfully. "Then you are an actor a person who simulates what he does not feel?" "Yes." "And all the time you have been here you have been acting the schoolmaster playing a part for for Mr. Barstow?" "Yes." "Always?" "Yes." The color came softly to her face again, and her voice was very low.
He whistled to the pup and called him by name, "Sandy, Sandy." But the dog only wagged his tail in response and snuggled with brute confidence closer to his master. Donaldson snapped his fingers coaxingly, leaning far over towards him. Reluctantly, at a nod from Barstow, the dog crept belly to the ground across the room.
"Can she do it and is it quite safe?" asked Mr. Barstow. "Do it as well as anybody. They may swamp the skiff or get caught in a corner, but they can get out on the bank without anything worse than a ducking." As the power boat started, with Molly at the wheel, Dick standing by the motor and the skiff hauled close under the stern, the captain called out to Dick: "Full speed.
That's wot you gave me your furniture for, and wot George Barstow gave me the fifteen pounds for, ain't it? Now, don't you stop me now, 'cos I'm goin' to begin looking." He started looking there and then, and for the next two or three days George Barstow and Joe Clark see 'im walking up and down with his 'ands in 'is pockets looking over garden fences and calling "Puss."
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