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"Five," gleamed the white teeth. "Right. Go to the head of the class," interrupted Stacy. "Chunky, you keep out of this. You'll mix him up." "Guess somebody's mixed up already," retorted the fat boy. "Five is right," continued Tad. Five dollars is what we owe you. Is that clear now?" "Si, señor. But I work one week. Juan earn ten dollar " "I'll tell you what to do," interjected Ned.
Chunky had not yet returned, and Tad devoutly hoped that the boy would not be rash enough to attempt to do so now. If anything, the boys thus far had the best of the battle, and although none had sustained a serious wound, every one of the mountaineers had marks on his body to show where blunt tipped arrows, driven by a strong arm, had been stopped.
"And Santa Claus isn't shooting with any toy gun, this time," chuckled Chunky. "Can you see the camp, to know if anyone is there?" "Yes, but only part of it, Professor. I wish you would all get over into the right hand corner there and lie flat on the floor. I'm going to try to draw their fire so that I can locate them.
"Then in a most miraculous way I found Master Ned. I had gone to sleep, worn out and discouraged, not caring much whether I got back or not, the way I felt then. Along toward morning I woke up. I thought I had heard something. I listened, and then all at once realized that some one was snoring not far from me." "And it wasn't Chunky this time," cut in Walter Perkins.
After Tad had finished with the pony the animal, thoroughly subdued, made no further objections to the discharge of weapons all about and over him. "Now, go ahead, Chunky," advised Tad. "If he cuts up any more just take a tight rein and give him the spur. But I think he'll be good without it." Stacy had no further trouble with the pony after that.
In response to this invitation there entered upon Agnes' vision a short, chunky, broad-shouldered young man in a checked green suit and red tie, who, finding himself suddenly confronted by a dazzlingly beautiful young lady, froze instantly into speechless awkwardness. "This is my friend and partner, Mr. Biff Mr. Henry H. Bates Miss Elliston," introduced Bobby, smiling.
The party was just about the right size; two of the little boys who lived at the Pacific coast were asked, then Shorty and Cop and little chunky Johnny Miller and Shag Larocque seven all told, including Hal, and eight, counting the Professor, who, on the first night in camp said, a little gravely, "Hal, my boy, it is a great privilege to be the son of a wealthy man.
What I need is a little rest from chunks of lead. I'm coming down with nervous prostration as it is. Everything seems to happen around me. No matter what I do, I always get the worst of it. Why, that reminds me " "Is Chunky going to tell a story?" cried Ned, stepping over the sleeping captain as he came out. "It sounds that way," laughed Tad.
Putting the tiller hard down, and holding it down with my body, I brought the main-sheet in, hand over hand, on the run, so as to retain all possible striking force. The two starboard sweeps of the junk were crumpled up, and then the two boats came together with a crash. The Reindeer's bowsprit, like a monstrous hand, reached over and ripped out the junk's chunky mast and towering sail.
"But we can't eat the beds," jeered Chunky. "If you young gentlemen will build a fire, I'll see what I can do about getting you some supper," advised Lige." You know, we have to get used to difficulties in the mountains. In a short time you should be well able to take care of yourselves without any of my help."
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