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Here, I guess I can find one cent for you though there's nothing in the paper, I know." The old man spoke with some feeling, his fingers trembled, and somehow he dropped two cents instead of one into Bert's hand. "Here! you've made a mistake!" cried Bert. "A bargain's a bargain. You've given me a cent too much!" "No, I didn't, I never give anybody a cent too much!" "But see here!"
They had been there six days.... At one point ten dark-complexioned men were hanging in a string from the trees along the roadside. Bert wondered why.... At one peaceful-looking village where they stopped off to get Bert's tyre mended and found beer and biscuits, they were approached by an extremely dirty little boy without boots, who spoke as follows: "Deyse been hanging a Chink in dose woods!"
I want to have a talk with you." Bert started and flushed slightly, but obeyed at once, drawing his chair close up beside his father's. Laying his hand upon Bert's knee, and looking him full in the face, Mr. Lloyd asked: "Now, Bert, tell me what's the matter with you? There's something on your mind, I know; and it has not been your way to keep any secrets from me.
Passmore in a protected corner of a side porch, smoking. Most of the storm was now over, but it still rained. "Tired of bowling, eh?" said Bert's father, who was a wholesale dealer in rugs. "Mr. Passmore, we want to ask you some questions," said Roger. "Do you know an elderly gentleman here by the name of Fordham?" "Fordham? Yes, I've met him. Nice man, too, but rather feeble."
Dick was just dropping off when a voice came from Bert's bed: "Say, Dick, what's the greatest game in the world?" "Football," was the prompt reply. "And, Dick, what's the greatest team in the world?" "The Blues," averred Dick stoutly. "Right," assented Bert. "Now go to sleep."
"You take a good look at him," urged her brother, "and don't forget that it's four years since you saw him. Isn't that Bert's nose?" "No," said the girl, glancing at the feature in question, "not a bit like it. Bert had a beautiful nose." "Look at his eyes," said Jim. Miss Evans looked, and meeting Mr. Carter's steady gaze tossed her head scornfully and endeavored to stare him down.
They spoke very loud, and I couldn't help hearing. It was for running off last night. Going swimming, I believe." Bert's eyes flashed. "That's just like his father," said he, indignantly. "He never wants Ned to have any fun." There was no reply. Some hidden feeling, he could hardly tell what, prompted Bert's next question. "Would you flog me, father, if I went swimming without leave?"
Bert fetched a pitcher of steaming beer from the corner saloon, and the three men smoked and talked about the coming strike. "It oughta come years ago," was Bert's dictum. "It can't come any too quick now to suit me, but it's too late. We're beaten thumbs donn. Here's where the last of the Mohegans gets theirs, in the neck, ker-whop!"
He either could not swim, or did not think it worth while to risk his precious life in trying to rescue one of the foreign urchins that had been bothering the Santa Maria of late. Had Bert's life depended upon these men, it might have been given up at once. But there was other help at hand.
A few days later Bert's ship lost her rudder and mainmast in a gale. The crew ran out of food and subsisted on fish. They saw strange air-ships going eastward near the Azores and landed to get provisions and repair the rudder at Teneriffe. There they found the town destroyed and two big liners, with dead still aboard, sunken in the harbour.
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