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He was not able to fit a clapper to the bell. "But I thought you kept electric supplies here," objected Trotter. The other man smiled. His good nature was impregnable. "Oh, I can get it, if you've got to have it. Come back about ten to-morrow." "All right," was Trotter's indifferent answer, as he turned languidly away. He went up the steps with equal languor, humming as he went.
The bellringer would ply his clapper until he drew a crowd, and then the Garde Civique would halt in an open space at the junction of two or more streets and read a proclamation from the burgomaster calling on all the inhabitants to preserve their tranquillity and refrain from overt acts against the Germans, under promise of safety if they obeyed and threat of death at the hands of the Germans if they disregarded the warning.
"Come now, tell me what led to the fight? Why were you fighting with Peter?" Robert would not speak, and Mr. Clapper, being of an explosive temperament, with little tact, was fast losing his temper. He turned to question some of the other boys, finally calling them all into the school, and putting Robert into the teacher's room, so that he might "get to the bottom of it." Mr.
Here was an echoing gateway to a coaching inn, with a watchman ready to hit evil boys over the head with his clapper if they tried to ring his bell, the bell that announced the arrival of the Dumfries coach "Gladiator" after thirty hours' detention at the Beeftub in Moffatdale, or the shorter breathed "four" from Selkirk and Peebles that had changed horses last at Cockmuir Inn at the back of Kingside.
"Take a can of beer, lad," cried another, "and wet your whistle after that speech o' your'n to the captain. If any one o' us had made it, youngster, he would have had no whistle to wet by this time." "Stop your clapper, Jack," vociferated a third. "Give the boy a junk o' meat. Don't you see he's a'most going to kick the bucket?"
Would you think it wise for a sea-captain to try to take the clapper out of the bell that floats and tolls above a shoal on which his ship will be wrecked if it strikes? Would it be wise to put out the lighthouse lamps, and then think that you had abolished the reef?
It came nearer and became plainer tonk-tonk-tonk; then the tonks all running together briskly. A sheep bell or a cowbell that was it; but why did it seem to come from overhead, from up in the sky, like? And why did it shift so abruptly from one quarter to another from left to right and back again to left? And how was it that the clapper seemed to strike so fast?
The ends were nailed tight, but the middle rested loosely upon the clapper. "Now," said Jonas, "I can push the clapper up a little way, but I can't push it far. The strap keeps it from coming up far." "But why," said Nathan, "do you want it to go up at all?" "To let the air in," said Jonas. "When I get the leather all nailed on again, I'll show you the whole operation of it."
Ben, a muscular, scar-faced fellow of thirty, stepped forward and took a seat on the rock near the captives. He had the mild, soft eyes of a student of theology and the square jaw and hard hands of a prize fighter. "You're to keep your face closed see?" he said, nudging Ned in the side with an elbow. "You're to keep your clapper tied," he went on, "or I'll tie it up for you.
He explained that having been able to obtain only limited leave of absence from business, he had concluded the time would be better employed at the restaurant than at the church. Others were there also with whom I was unacquainted, young sparks, admirers, I presume, of the Lady 'Ortensia in her professional capacity, fellow-clerks of Mr. Clapper, who was something in the City.
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