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Cheon interrupted the decorations with a call to "Bressfass! Duck cully and lice," he sang boldly, and then followed in a doubtful, hesitating quaver: "I think sausage. Must have sausage for Clisymus bress-fass," he said emphatically, as he ushered us to seats, and we agreed with our usual "Of course!"
"I see us in the final with Erasmus." "Final be damned!" said White. "Train like navvies and we'll lift the Cup!" Never did human boy have three more sporting associates in a swimming four than I had in White, Cully, and Johnson. Because I was a year younger than they it was their pleasure to call me the "Baby of the Team," and to take a pride in my successes.
On hearing these sounds, the Ranger captain, acting by the advice of the guide, orders a halt. Then the pursuing party is separated into two distinct troops. One, led by Cully, ascends the cliff by a lateral ravine, and pursues its way along the upper table-land.
Johnson to lose as little as possible of the fine lead established. Ray to make the position absolutely certain. Cully to maintain the twenty-yards' lead secured by Ray. "See, Ray," he said to me, after he had dismissed the others, "you swim third last but one." "Ye es," I stuttered. "Nervous?" he inquired softly. I smiled and made a grimace. "Beastly."
He meant to go to the engineer's office before his return to town, now that his affairs with Grogan were settled. As he swung back the door in the board fence, he stumbled over a mere scrap of humanity carrying a dinner-pail. The mite was peering through the crack and calling to Cully at the horse-trough.
Come up, my bully, and I'll show you a thing." "Here's for you, cully." One of the company thrust upon Harry a sword. "Oh, by your leave," Harry waved it oft "I don't fight a drunken man." "Drunk!" the little man screamed. "Ods blades, there's a naughty way to mock a gentleman. I'll school you, bully; fou or fasting, I'll school you. What, you'll not lug out, like a bonny lad should?
O how happy would you be, O Goodman Cully, if you had but as many ears as Argus had eys, that you might hear every where, whilest you are carving and serving of them, what pretty sweet stories and discourses, these sorts of Parrats will be talking of?
Notwithstanding their wild enthusiasm they do not proceed rashly. Haynes, their captain, is an old "Indian fighter," one of the most experienced chiefs of that Texan border warfare, so long continued. Checking their impatience to pursue at once, he counsels prudence and deliberate action. Cully also recommends this course.
The night darkens down, becoming so obscure that each horseman can barely distinguish the form of him riding ahead. Some regret this, thinking they may get strayed. Not so Cully. On the contrary, the guide is glad, for he feels confident in his conjecture that the pursued will be found in Pecan Creek, and a dark night will favour the scheme of attack he has conceived and spoken of.
What's your name, anyhow, cully?" "Tom Swift," replied our hero, and again he wished he had not told. This time he was sure the tramp started and glanced at him quickly, but perhaps it was only his imagination. "Tom Swift," repeated the man musingly, and his tones were different from the whining ones in which he had asked for money.
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