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The dog started back with a howl of agony. He was learning something new every minute. "Woof-woof-woof!" said Bill sardonically. He perceived trousered legs, four of them, and, cocking his eye upwards, saw that two men of the lower orders stood before him. They were gazing down at him in the stolid manner peculiar to the proletariat of London in the presence of the unusual.
The man, not being acquainted with her, opened his eyes at this transition, swift and smooth. "Well, dame, there be two; John Bush and Eric Donaldson, they both bide in this street." "Then, God be with you, good people," said she, and proceeded; but her sprightly foot came flat on the ground now, and no longer struck it with little jerks and cocking heel.
He stood about five feet nought and tipped the beam at seven stone nothing. He had a mild chinless face and his long beaky nose, round large spectacles, and trick of cocking his head sideways when conversing, gave him the appearance of an intelligent little dicky-bird. I remember very well the occasion of our first meeting.
Some of the men scowled at him. "Is that smoke?" I asked, sharply. "Answer me, McCraw!" "A canna' deny it," he said, with a mad chuckle. "Is it Indian smoke?" demanded Van Horn. "Aweel," he replied, craning his skinny neck and cocking his head impudently "aweel, a'll admit that, too. It's Indian smoke; a canna deny it, no." "Is it a Mohawk signal?" I asked, bluntly.
"There's some Yankee trick here," said the secessionist, cocking the piece, and carefully putting a cap on each barrel; "but I reckon they'll find me enough for 'em. Toby, you stay here with the dog, and take care of things. Now, boy, march ahead there, and show me that gobbler." The old negro grinned. So did his master, in a way Frank did not fancy.
And there, not a dozen paces from her, was Maxwell Wyndham, carelessly approaching, his hands in his pockets, his hat thrust to the back of his head, a faint, supercilious smile cocking one corner of his mouth, his whole bearing one of elaborate unconsciousness. This much Olga saw; but she did not wait for more. The situation was beyond her.
A little before sunset a hill, higher than any they had seen during the day, was descried to the right of their course. At its base they saw growing a grove of stunted trees. Raising their heads and cocking their ears, the horses ridden by Willem and Hendrik started off towards the hill at a brisk pace, each uttering a low whimpering, that their riders interpreted into the word Water.
Looking up at the cage, with a nod and a smile, she cried, "Bon jour, joli Marie!" "Good-by, Madame," rejoined the parrot, proudly cocking her head on one side and winking at Miss Cassandra in the most knowing fashion, as if to say, "Two can play at that game."
I would sit by the fire holding out the red rag, when in a few moments a slight rustle would be heard from the branches. After a little the bird would step boldly into the open firelight stretching his neck and cocking his head knowingly as he approached in a zig-zag way the object of his curiosity and desire.
For the two first and most active robbers having finished the achievement of the horses, now approached Mauleverer; and the taller of them, still indignant at the late peril to his hair, cried out in a stentorian voice, "By Jove! you old fool, if you don't throw down your toasting-fork, I'll be the death of you!" The speaker suited the action to the word by cocking an immense pistol.
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