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That awful conflagration, in which she believed two children belonging to her uncle and aunt had lost their lives, had started in the sawdust. Suddenly she cried aloud and seized Tom more tightly. "Cracky! Don't choke a fellow!" he coughed. "Oh, Tom!" "Well" "I think I see it." "The tree that smoked?" asked her cousin. "Yes. There!" For the moment it seemed as though the downpour lightened.
He sat leaning forward with his head held down in a peculiar and sinister fashion. "Hel-lo!" cried Bert; "that looks like Brann." "It is," said Maud. "Cracky! that's a fine team Black Hawks, both of them. I wonder if ol' sorrel can pass 'em?" "Oh, please don't try," pleaded the girl. "Why not?" "Because because I'm afraid." "Afraid of what?" "Afraid something'll happen."
"Jimmy, look at that machine," exclaimed Gordon, who was the first one to enter the building. "Cracky, it's the best make on the market, too," said Nipper Knapp, examining the maker's name plate. "Bet it will burn up the beach, eh, fellows?" said Romper. "It sure will. It's a two-cylinder tandem. It'll make fifty miles an hour, or I'm no judge," said Bruce enthusiastically.
"I ain't stuck on helpin' that MacDonald coon to 'lope with nobody," he grumbled. "Don't you mind the time he took after us?" The orphan chuckled. "Cracky! he did lambaste you, though, didn't he? Sawed-Off told the doc on us, though, the time we took the wheel off his buggy. We've promised, anyhow," he continued righteously.
"It's a sure enough kid, all the same," said one of the men, as if he had previously entertained some doubts of the matter. "And ain't he white!" "Of course a white kid's white," answered the barkeep, scornfully. "Awful cute little shaver," said another. "By cracky, Jim, you must have had him up yer sleeve for a week! He don't look more'n about one week old."
But, cracky, I've got no use for spies, that's one sure thing. Pee-wee and I kind of hung behind and I guess he felt funny, sort of, when the old gentleman waved his hand to him, as if they were old friends. I can't remember all they said but the two men who I knew were detectives showed the old gentleman the paper and asked him what it meant.
So ran to Ratsey to get his help to slip the side stone off, for by myself I cannot stir it now, though once I did when I was younger; and from him learned that thou wert lost, and knew whom we should find before we got there. I shuddered while Elzevir talked, for I thought how Cracky Jones had perhaps hidden behind the self-same coffin that sheltered me, and how narrowly I had escaped his fate.
Do you know Robin Hood, Huck?" "No. Who's Robin Hood?" "Why, he was one of the greatest men that was ever in England and the best. He was a robber." "Cracky, I wisht I was. Who did he rob?" "Only sheriffs and bishops and rich people and kings, and such like. But he never bothered the poor. He loved 'em. He always divided up with 'em perfectly square." "Well, he must 'a' been a brick."
And then he sat down. I knew that it was time then for me to do what I wanted to do, but I couldn't get up because I felt all shaky. I was holding to the pole of the Silver Fox emblem that was right beside me, and, oh cracky, I felt funny. All of a sudden I heard Mr.
The village was upon the Little Calumet River, near present Valparaiso in northwestern Indiana a full two hundred and twenty-five miles from Louisville opposite the southern boundary. They had been taken through the whole state. "The gauntlet! Cracky! We've got to run the gauntlet!" "Golly! The same as any prisoners!" "Don't you show the white feather, any of you.
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