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"How long do you suppose he will be here in Plattville without it's leaking out?" "But they kept guard over him for months and nobody told him." "Ah," said Briscoe, "but this is different." "No, no, no!" she exclaimed. "It must be kept from him somehow!" "He'll know it by to-morrow, so you'd better tell him this evening." "This evening?" "Yes. You'll have a good chance." "I will?"
"I'm feeling my way every step with the butt of my gun, and I can see yet." "Precious awful-looking place," said Briscoe. "Here, we must have lights. Stop him, Lynton: he shan't go a step forward. I don't mean for us all to be drowned like rats in a tank." "You two wouldn't need to be," said Brace coolly, "for you would stop at once if you should hear me go down."
"Oh, no," said Briscoe quietly; "this place makes me feel as if I didn't want to hunt for anything, only to knock myself up a hut, or to find a sort of cave up on one of these shelves, and then just go on living like. Why, it's a ready-made Paradise, and we seem to have pretty nearly got beyond the reach of the flood." "Then let's lie up here," said the captain, "and set your Dan to work.
Their appearance did not excite much interest among the natives, for all three were in ordinary civilian dress. Commander Ennerling came as president of the board; the other two members were Lieutenant Commander Briscoe and Lieutenant McCrea, the latter serving as recorder of the board. "I've had the pleasure of meeting you before, haven't I, Lieutenant?" murmured Mr. Farnum, in an aside.
Brace looked at it hard before he fully grasped what the object was, and then cocked the left-hand barrel of his gun. "Don't shoot," said Briscoe. "It is only waste of powder and bullet." "I could hit the brute without any trouble," said Brace. "I don't doubt that," said the American; "but the bullet will most likely glance off, while if it gets home the reptile will only sink."
"No, nor nobody else that ever I hearn of. Mr. Briscoe war a plum favorite, far an' nigh," said old Jubal Clenk, the eldest of the party. "But shucks!" he continued, with a change of tone and the evident intention of preserving harmony among the conspirators. "'Twar jes' an accident, an' that's what it will pass fur among folks ginerally. Mr.
As he did so, a man and his partner, so busy in talk with each other that they had not observed who he was, sat down beside him in such position that the young woman was next him. Without having looked directly at either of them, Fraser knew that the girl was Arlie Dillon, and her escort Jed Briscoe.
"Wrong," said the American: "you're new to the work, anyone can tell. There's plenty here to pay well." "What!" cried Brace. "Why, I can't see a bit of metal." "Look again," said Briscoe, and, dipping his shallow bowl, he gave it a clever twist to get rid of the water again and leave the fine sand spread all round and over the bottom.
"In view of three bandits in slouched hats, although all on the back-track and although I am convinced that it was but their astral apparitions with which you were favored I will venture to intrude my society until I can see you to the Briscoe bungalow." "Oh, there's no intrusion," she rejoined petulantly. "You must know I couldn't mean that!"
"Sixty-one for me, durn it!" Jed picked up a lamp, led the way to the other room, and closed the door behind them. "I thought it might interest you to know that there's a new arrival in the valley, Mr. Struve," he said smoothly. "Who says my name's Struve?" demanded the man who called himself Johnson, with fierce suspicion. Briscoe laughed softly. "I say it Wolf Struve.
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