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Obviously, he could not well divide the stove and the teakettle and the frying pan and coffeepot. The line stopped abruptly with a big blob of lampblack mixed with coal oil, just where necessity compelled them both to use the same floor space. The next day Bud had been ashamed of the performance, but his shame could not override his stubbornness. The black line stared up at him accusingly.
On picking up her candlestick she saw Monsieur Bondois, whose nose had disappeared beneath a round blob of white wax. Not knowing what to do with him she threw him with a laugh into the still flaming grate. Returning to her room she stood before the looking-glass and drew her nightgown closely about her, in order to emphasize the lines of her body.
They began challenging him in German with a megaphone when they were still perhaps a mile away. The words came to him, rolled up into a mere blob of hoarse sound. Then, gathering alarm from his grim silence, they gave chase and swept down, a hundred yards above him perhaps, and a couple of hundred behind. They were beginning to understand what he was.
Blob followed at first reluctantly. Then some memory amused him, and he began to brim slow mirth. "Er says 'Dear! dear! and Oi says 'Theer! theer! and plops it in, and plops it in." Still adrift on the sea of his emotions, Kit paid no heed. He was swimming down the shingle-bank, aware of nothing but the tip of his nose and vague bad dreams at the back of his heart.
We'll try the torch, and if any one turns up we'll have to run for it. Now." He touched the electric button, and a blob of light danced out upon the rough clay floor, revealing as it swung in Cleek's swift fingers the whole circumference of the place from ground to ceiling. "Cleverly made," muttered that gentleman in an admiring whisper.
He was stripped to his shirt and under-breeches and had apparently received a few bruises in the tussle below. Jeremy's spirits were momentarily revived by seeing that some of the buccaneers had suffered like inconveniences, while the young ex-man-o'-war's-man was gingerly feeling of a shapeless blob that had been his nose.
"You hungry, Ollie?" the girl asked, smiling. Mercer shook his head. He had forgotten they had intended to eat in the Water City. "I very hungry. Soon we " She stopped abruptly, staring up into the sky ahead of them. Mercer followed her glance. A little black blob showed against the gray; off to one side two other smaller black dots appeared. "What's that?" cried Mercer, alarmed.
"Go home, Blob!" said the Parson, patting him. "Home!" pointing, "Home! and stop making a blob o yourself for the present, there's a good boy. Mr. Piper wants you to help him." Blob shook a slow head. "Nay," he said in musical Sussex. "Oi'll boide with Maaster Sir." Here was another boy in a land of men. In a dim way he felt their kinship.
"Is that old Toadie you've got there?" called the Gentleman, crawling leisurely along. "It was." "What you doing to him?" "Killing him." "Ah, well," said the Gentleman, "I never cared much for old. Toadie. We weren't simpatico. If you care to wait a minute I'll " "Can't," gasped Kit. "No time. Now, boy, hurry!" Blob crawled out from beneath the dead man.
The Parson put his hand to his mouth. "Blob!" he holloaed. The boy looked up, and with a parting spank came towards them. "Who's that?" asked Kit, "and what's he doing?" "Blob blobbing'," replied the Parson laconically. "Who's Blob?" The Parson took up his tale. "You remember I told you Black Diamond promised to look me up some time. Well, I knew he'd be as good as his word.
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