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'Why, what should he say? inquired Charley: stopping rather suddenly in his merriment; for the Dodger's manner was impressive. 'What should he say? Mr. Dawkins whistled for a couple of minutes; then, taking off his hat, scratched his head, and nodded thrice. 'What do you mean? said Charley.
Dan walked to the lee of the bridge and with hands on the dodger's ridge, leaned forward, peering bard and straight to the rim of the sea. For every heart there is a song, and for every song a heart; for this earth is not so big that the dreams, the passion of some song-maker, humble or not, may not strike a responsive chord, at the other end of the world, it may be.
There was a scowl upon his face, for he was not fond of work, and he missed Dodger's assistance. The boy understood the business of mixing drinks as well as he, and often officiated for hours at a time, thus giving his guardian and reputed father a chance to leave the place and meet outside engagements. A tall, erect gentleman entered the saloon, and walked up to the bar.
"His name," said the woman, "is Curtis Waring." Dodger stared at her, overwhelmed with surprise. "Curtis Waring!" ejaculated Dodger, his face showing intense surprise. "Is that the name of your husband?" "Yes. Is it possible that you know him?" asked the woman, struck by Dodger's tone. "I know a man by that name. I will describe him, and you can tell me whether it is he.
And they have two points, too." Nimble had been so interested in his own horns that he hadn't looked at Dodger's. And now when he gazed at them he saw that they were like his. "What about the rest of the Spike Horns?" Nimble asked Dodger. "Have they " "Yes, they have!" Dodger interrupted. "I tell you, 'two-pointers' are common this season."
The ship was tossed about like a cockle shell. But the sailors went about their work unruffled. It was no new sight for them. Though his head did not feel exactly right, the strong wind entered Dodger's lungs, and he felt exhilarated. His eyes brightened, and he began to share in the excitement of the scene.
My compliments to Mr. Somers, and ask at what speed he wishes to run." Seaman Mallock soon returned, saluting. "Ensign Somers' compliments sir, and the ensign replies that Mr. Farley is in command of the deck." "Very good, then," nodded Midshipman Farley, and set the indicator at the twenty mark. Ten minutes later Lieutenant Benson reappeared on deck. First of all he noted the "Dodger's" position.
Lieutenant Jack Benson was the only one of the "Dodger's" officers on view when the midshipmen arrived alongside. They passed aboard, saluting Benson, who returned their salutes without affectation. "All here?" said Benson. "Mr. Somers, tumble the crew on deck!" "Shall we go below, sir?" inquired Dave, again saluting. "Not until so directed," Benson replied.
I feel rather upset." "Where are you staying, sir?" "At the Palace Hotel. Of course you know where that is?" "Certainly. Will you take my arm?" "Thank you." Little was said till they found themselves in the sumptuous hotel, which hardly has an equal in America. "Come to my room, young man; I want to speak to you." It was still early in the evening, and Dodger's time was his own.
M. Swartout, who received them direct from the Indians of Dodger's Cove, Barkley sound, in the year 1897. The reader will recognize in this legend the Indian equivalent for Hansel and Gretel, Jack the Giant Killer, Jack and the Bean stalk, and other stories of childhood days.
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