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"Yes, sir." "Who was there?" "An old hayseed what come on the 7:25." "What did he want?" "The bouncer." "What for?" "To put the light out." "Did you take anything while in the room?" "No, he didn't ask me." "What is your name?" "Jim." "You can go." The drawing-rooms of one of the most magnificent private residences in Austin are a blaze of lights.
Bouncer, were lounging in the gateway of Brazenface, when a modest-looking young man came towards them. He seemed so ill at ease in his frock coat and high collar that he looked as if he were wearing these articles for the first time. "I'll bet you a bottle of blacking, Gig-lamps," said Mr. Bouncer, "that we have here an intending freshman. Let us take a rise out of him."
He said no more, except to direct us to bring the stern of the canoe closer to the rock. This we did, when, wading into the water, he placed Martin on board, he himself getting in, followed by Pat and Bouncer. We were now, we found, close to the foot of the rapid, and a few more strokes carried us into comparatively still water. A short distance off, on the left bank, was a wood of some size.
"I say," renewed Washer, returning one pace, "who are some of your prospective stockholders?" "Close, of the Fourth National, is one; Mr. Courtney is another; Colonel Bouncer is another. I have more." "Thanks!" snapped Washer. "I'll give you two and a half millions for that property." "I'd rather finance the Terminal Hotel. Let me show you a perspective sketch of it, Mr.
The old man earned very little money at his new trade, but what he had he shared with his fellow-lodgers. The bouncer told me that the old tinker would buy a stale loaf for a few cents, then in the dormitory he would make coffee in tomato cans and gather half a dozen of the hungriest around him, and share his meal with them plain bread soaked in unsweetened coffee.
Hedden would blow the big horn as a signal for their return; and as they ran home, playing with Bouncer by the way, or scolding him for shaking his wet sides under their very faces, they would inwardly resolve to coax father to take them up the stream on the very first pleasant Saturday.
Though we were still making way, Robin's anticipations were fulfilled, and the swans, one after another, disappeared behind the point. The instant they did so we lowered the sail and began paddling away with might and main, as we hoped to find ourselves much nearer to them than we had hitherto been. Bouncer had sat very quietly in the boat watching all our proceedings.
But the suspense was soon over, for the nearer bushes parted suddenly and out upon the tote-road floundered an immense moose, his bulbous nose wagging, his bristly mane twitching, his stilted fore legs straddled defiantly. The next moment a great bellow of laughter went up from the crowd. "The joke's on us!" cried a woodsman, who had been among the first to retreat. "Hullo, Ben Bouncer!"
Their questions also brought them quite a fund of information concerning the habits of foxes, and how those who aim to raise the valuable animals for the great London fur market, go about the business. "As for me," said Bandy-legs, who had been doing considerable thinking while all this talk went on, "I mean to try and hunt up a few of those bouncer frogs Roland here says inhabit his marsh.
Bouncer, who had followed us down, apparently as much interested as any one, leaped up on his hind legs, barking loudly; while Robin, who had remained at the fire attending to the gum-pot, that we might stop any leaks which were discovered, echoed our shouts.
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