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Its high walls of earth and over-hanging, jagged rocks, with openings to the rolling plain beyond, made it an ideal point for the sneaking, cowardly savages to attack the weary pilgrims and freighters. The very atmosphere seemed to produce a feeling of gloom and approaching disaster. The emigrants had been repeatedly instructed by the commander at Fort Carney to corral with one of the trains.
"Comin' along, Slum," replied Carney, winking knowingly to let Tresler understand that the man's impatience was only a covering for his discomfiture at Shaky's hands. "I've done my best to pizen you this ten year. Guess Shaky's still pinin' fer the job o' nailin' a few planks around you. Here you are. More comin'." "Who's needin' me?" asked Shaky, looking up from his cards.
They're not assuming anything there, let me tell you. And he's not Edith's lover. If he's not her husband, he's playing a part that she understands and approves. And this this, my dear Carney, may account for the imaginary orphanage of Tootles. Dear me, it's quite a tangle." "I shall telegraph my solicitors at once for definite news.
She's a dear. Believe me, she's a most delicious sinner. Even Carney says that, and he's very fastidious and very loyal." "They are married in name only," said Mrs. Rodney, beginning to sniffle. She looked up and smiled wanly through her tears. "You know what I mean. My grammar is terrible when I'm nervous." She pulled at her handkerchief for a wavering moment.
His deep-set eyes twinkled with an odd sort of mischievous humor as he raised them abruptly to the troubled face of his companion. "Guess I kind o' forgot to tell you. I gave the sheriff that letter this mornin' 'fore I called on Carney. Mebbe, ef I'd told you 'fore I'd 'a' saved you " "You little " Tresler could find no words to express his exasperation.
"I allus sez as you've got a dead eye fer the tack-head ev'ry time. But go easy, or the boss'll bar you on the slate." "Don't owe him nuthin'," growled Slum. "Which ain't or'nary in this company," observed the smiling Carney; he loved to get Slum angry. "Say, Shaky," he went on, "how do Slum fix you in his hotel? You don't seem bustin' wi' vittals."
"For myself I'd be satisfied to see the score end as it stands -two to nothing." "Without a touchdown on either side!" questioned Lieutenant Carney, with a trace of scorn in his voice. "That wouldn't be real sport, old fellow!" "I know; but it would be at least a safe finish for the Army," responded the other.
"Gentlemen, gentlemen," cried Carney, jocosely, "the present kep to the present. Because Slum, here, runs a well, a boardin' establishment, ther' ain't no need to discuss his future so coarsely." "Not so much slack, Carney," said Slum, a little angrily. "Guess my boardin' emporium's rilin' you some. You're feelin' a hur'cane; that's wot you're feelin', I guess.
Lieutenant Carney is so blue that I believe he'd like to compromise by giving Lehigh the game at a score of twelve to nothing! And the Navy! Think of the fun of having Annapolis strutting around with the Army scalp tied to an anchor!" "If you really mean what you've been saying," said Dick slowly, "then we're going tomorrow afternoon. I'm taking the liberty of speaking for Greg."
His name was Hessler and his rescuer was a trainman named Carney. The lad was at once taken to the town of Garfield and was cared for. The boy was aged about sixteen. His story of the frightful calamity is as follows: The Alarm. "With my father I was spending the day at my grandfather's house in Cambria City.
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