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Charly made no answer, and the brawny, dark-skinned Siwash, who spoke English reasonably well, merely grunted. Unless it seemed necessary, he seldom said anything at all. Bred to the sea, and living on the seal and salmon, an additional hazard or two or an extra strain on his tough body did not count for much with him.
"Charly has his hands full in the slashing. We must get it cleaned up, if it is to be ploughed this spring." "Nasmyth contrived to look after all these things. Why didn't you keep him? The man didn't want to go away." The colour deepened in Laura's face, and Gordon, who saw it, made a sign of comprehension.
Wyllard and his companions felt all this, but it was clear to them that they could not dally, with their provisions running out, and staggering out of camp after a very scanty meal they hauled the sled through the slush they churned up for an hour or so. Then they stopped, gasping, the Indian slipped out of the traces, and Charly, who nodded, cast them loose from him.
And who used to sing such sweet verses about Orlandos and about the Black-a-moors, too; and Charly Charly magne, yes, that was the name, all under my lattice, in the west portico, on the moon-light nights at Venice? O! I have listened to him! 'I fear, to thy peril, my good Annette, said Emily; 'for it seems his verses have stolen thy heart.
After what Overweg had once or twice told him, it was unthinkable that they should fall into Smirnoff's hands. Then Lewson and Charly melted away into the darkness, and Wyllard and the Siwash walked quietly down to the water's edge, a little up-stream of the schooner, as the stream was running strong.
At Charly, our station, I was much surprised to see three French officers in full uniform get off the train and step into the taxi-autobus which deposits its travelers at the only hotel in the vicinity. At the chateau my story failed to make an impression.
He glanced at the gear and canvas, and was almost appalled, while Charly, who was busy close by, saw his face and grinned. "You don't want to look at her too much," he observed. "We took a swig on the peak-halliards a little while ago, and had to let up before we pulled the gaff off her.
At Villiers as at Charly, it was the garde champetre who was charged with this solemn mission, and the old man made a most pathetic figure as he stood there with his drumsticks in his hand, his spectacles pushed back, and the perspiration rolling down his tanned and withered cheeks. "What have you got to say?" queried one woman, who was too impatient to wait until all had assembled.
It, however, stood the buffeting, and when they had eaten a very simple meal Charly put the stove out and the darkness was only broken down when one of them struck a match to light his pipe. They had only a strip of rubber sheeting between them and the snow, for the water had got into the sleeping bags, and their clothes dried upon them with the heat of their bodies.
There was no doubt as to what would happen if the frail craft was hurled upon that frozen mass, and Wyllard, who was sculling, fancied that before she could even reach it there was a probability of her being swamped in the upheaval where the backwash met the oncoming sea. Charly looked at him dubiously. "It's a sure thing we can't get out there," he said. Wyllard nodded.
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