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Updated: June 15, 2025
It was high time to prepare to meet their second foe. "Throppy, Whittington, Filippo! Come here! Quick!" They came, Percy in the rear, his knees shaking. "Budge, can the four of you handle this man if I let go?" "Easy!" "Keep his mouth shut till I tell you he can open it!" "All right!" Lane's hand replaced Jim's over Dolph's lips. The other three grasped him wherever they could find a chance.
She was about to say more, but checked herself at sight of a barge coming down the canal slowly, and as yet so far away that the tramp of the tow-horse's hoofs on the path was scarcely audible. She laid a hand on 'Dolph's collar and pressed him down in the long grass, commanding him to be quiet, whilst she and the boy wriggled away towards an alder bush that stood a furlong back from the bank.
Dolph's heart turned faint within him, and he had well-nigh let go his hold, and tumbled down the precipice. The serpent stood on the defensive but for an instant; it was an instinctive movement of defence; and finding there was no attack, it glided away into a cleft of the rock.
That's Captain Bart Brittler, sticking his head out of the companionway; and Dolph's somewhere below." "But what are they doing on the Cassie J.? Their vessel was named the Silicon." "They're one and the same craft! I'm certain of it. I recognize her rig now, even if it was night when I saw her the first time.
It suited Dolph's adventurous disposition that he should be deputed to investigate the reason for these rumors, and for three nights he kept his abode in the desolate old manor, emerging after daybreak in a lax and pallid condition, but keeping his own counsel, to the aggravation of the populace, whose ears were burning for his news.
The commander of the sloop was hurrying about, and giving a world of orders, which were not very strictly attended to; one man being busy in lighting his pipe, and another in sharpening his snicker-snee. The appearance of the commander suddenly caught Dolph's attention.
He was startled by the sum mons; he saw that the sloop was cast loose, and was actually moving from the pier; it seemed as if he was actuated by some irresistible impulse; he sprang upon the deck, and the next moment the sloop was hurried off by the wind and tide. Dolph's thoughts and feelings were all in tumult and confusion.
"Best let him make himself; he's had too many formative fingers in his pie, already. Besides," Dolph's lips curled into an irrepressible smile; "how do you know it would be for his advantage?" For one instant, Olive struggled with her pique. Then she cast it off, and looked up at Dolph with her old smile.
The shady walk was damp now, with the moisture of the early spring, and the wet little stones ground only softly underneath Dolph's heels, so softly that their murmur was quite inaudible inside the house, although a window, wide open to the front verandah, gave to Dolph, as he crossed the lawn, a full knowledge of the discussion going on within.
It is true, that the regular thumping of Dolph's pestle, or, perhaps, the drowsy buzzing of the summer flies, would now and then lull the little man into a slumber; but then his spectacles were always wide awake, and studiously regarding the book. There was another personage in the house, however, to whom Dolph was obliged to pay allegiance.
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