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Updated: June 7, 2025
Here were two of the enemy on one side and one on the other, cutting off their escape in both directions. More than this, Captain Langless now raised his voice, and presently several rough-looking sailors came rushing into the cabin. "Leave the hold," cried the owner of the schooner to the Baxters. "I reckon I know how to manage 'em." Arnold Baxter understood, and at once took his son by the arm.
But the time spent at school was not without its sport and fun, for there was plenty of sleighing and skating, and the gymnasium was always open during the off hours. "No enemies at the Hall this season," remarked Fred Garrison, "no Baxters or Cavens, or fellows of that sort." "No, and I am glad of it," answered Dick. "It's a big relief." "Have you any idea what became of Baxter?"
By the Indians of days gone by the island was called Arrow Head. A rowboat was in waiting beside the Peacock, and into this the prisoners were placed. The captain of the schooner and the Baxters also went along, and soon the rowboat had passed over the waters of the little bay and grounded on a bit of shelving beach.
Before the meeting with Shelley, Mary was known as a young girl of strong poetic and emotional nature. A story is still remembered by friends, proving this: just before her last return from the Highlands preceding her eventful meetings with Shelley, she visited, while staying with the Baxters, some of the most picturesque parts of the Highlands, in company with Mr.
"We want no shooting here " began Randy Fairwell, and then stopped short in wonder. For reaching down, Tom had suddenly given the end of the plank a wobble. Before they could save themselves, the Baxters, father and son, pitched with a loud splash into the lake. "Good for you!" cried Sam. "If only they don't try to shoot when they come up."
A few additional words passed between Captain Langless and the Baxters, and then the owner of the Peacock awaited the coming of our friends, who were now almost alongside, never suspecting the trap which was set for them. "Do you see anything of the Baxters?" asked Sam, when the rowboat was within a hundred feet of the schooner. "I thought I did before, but I don't see them now," answered Tom.
At the corner below the house of the Baxters, the street was flooded clear across, and Jane's boat, following the current, proceeded gallantly onward here, sailed down the next block, and was thoughtlessly entering a sewer when she snatched it out of the water. Looking about her, she perceived a gutter which seemed even lovelier than the one she had followed.
But the bodies of the two Baxters were so marred and mauled that the Reelfooters buried them together on the bank without ever knowing which might be Jake's and which might be Joel's. The Jew, I take it, is essentially temperamental, whereas the Irishman is by nature sentimental; so that in the long run both of them may reach the same results by varying mental routes.
Anderson Rover was much interested in what they had to say about the Baxters and Lew Flapp. "You must be careful," said he. "Arnold Baxter can do you no more harm, but the others will be worse than snakes in the grass." "We'll watch out," answered Dick, and then he and the others asked about the houseboat which had been taken for debt and how soon they could use the craft.
"How is it, Sam hurt much?" "I suppose it might be worse," was the younger brother's reply. "I wonder who fired that shot?" "One of the Baxters, more than likely. They are a cold-blooded pair." "One or more of us might have been killed if we had been directly behind the lights." "That is true. I don't suppose Arnold Baxter would care much if we were.
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