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That were cold, a can tell the'! First, I smarted all ower me, as if my skin were suddenly stript off me: and next, ivery bone i' my body had getten t' toothache, and there were a great roar i' my ears, an' a great dizziness i' my eyes; an' t' boat's crew kept throwin' out their oars, an' a kept clutchin' at 'em, but a could na' make out where they was, my eyes dazzled so wi' t' cold, an' I thought I were bound for "kingdom come," an' a tried to remember t' Creed, as a might die a Christian.
"He's started on consid'ble of a trip now," replied the hide-out. "I see what was left of him." "Dead!" exclaimed Thayor. "Burned blacker 'n a singed hog. They ain't much left of him, and what they is ain't pleasant to look at. He ain't got but one arm left and that's clutchin' a holt of a empty ker'sene can." Thayor gave a short gasp. "And it was that cheat, Bergstein!" he cried in amazement.
"Jeb, what you-all clutchin' at my arm like-as-how you are?" now asked Sary, in no weak or tender voice. "Ah ain't clutchin' nothin', Sary!" was Jeb's defense of his manhood. "Ah don't know what you call it, then.
He stood there with his hands clutchin' the side of his head, an' his lips movin' rapidly, but not a sound comin' through 'em, an' then his knees gave way beneath him, an' Friar Tuck eased him back to the little padded bench. The hands of the strange woman were clasped on her breast; but even when the rest of us started for Jabez she didn't move. It hurts me inside to see anything plumb beaten.
The tutor sure was takin' it hard. His thin, bony fingers are clutchin' the chair arm desperate, clammy drops are startin' out on his brow, and his narrow-set eyes are starin' at Peters. "She's such a heavy female Mrs. Flynn," groans Tidman. "Right on his chest, too!" "Better that than having him wake us up in the middle of the night flourishing firearms and demanding valuables," says Waldo.
"That's the kind o' talk!" ejaculated Davy, and he drew out his pipe, lighted it and inwardly gave thanks that they had all passed the bar so successfully. "But that ain't enough!" Billy insisted, shattering Davy's calm. "I knowed who Janet's mother was, but I never knowed her father. I never tried t' find out. I allus war afraid I would somehow, an' that's what's clutchin' me now.
How I managed to escape is a solemn mystery; for when the schooner struck I was knocked down and stunned by the first sea that broke over her, and I knew no more until I woke up and found myself lyin' on the shore of that lonely spot, clutchin' the grass with both hands, and the water washin' up round me and tryin' to claw me off ag'in." "And when did this happen, Mr Barker?" demanded Mildmay.
"Huh!" says I. "Humanity beefin' over a dollar it's dropped through a crack wouldn't furnish any Easter card scheme. Talk about grouchy people! You ought to see this bunch, with their egos clutchin' their checkbooks." "Ah!" says Alvin. "A financial deal, is it?" "It was," says I. "These are the obsequies we're about to hold."
In a minute 'twas as much as the post-boy could ha' done to hold 'en. But he didn' try. Instead, he fell to floggin' harder, workin' his arm up an' down like a steam-engin'. "'What the jiminy are 'ee doin? calls out her ladyship or words to that effec' clutchin' at the side o' the shay, an' tryin' to stiddy hersel'. "'I thought I wasn' to spare whip-cord, calls back the post-boy.
Fur a moment he hangs suspended over the abyss, clutchin the vines whose roots take hold on hell, and as with bloodshot eyes and fearful shrieks, he tugs and strains to regain his footin, a foul sarpent winds its way among the leaves, and stealthily strikes his fangs inter the branch to which he clings, and gnaws his last refuge. That air is the way they die.
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