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It is probable, however, that he would have had different feelings, if he had known what it was that brought Lester over to Don's house.
Nobody can make a booby out of me twice." Don's face sobered. This wasn't the Tim of passing moods. This was more like the blustering Tim who had once overawed the Wolf patrol. "Who made a boob of you?" "You did. Oh, don't look so innocent; you can't work it the second time. Take me for a partner.
I think it's a very fine thing for him to start to college with the honor idea in his head. What about your Saturday excursions?" "They have died an unnatural death," said Linda. "Don and I fought for them, but the Judge and Mrs. Whiting and Mary Louise were terrified for fear a bone might slip in Don's foot, or some revengeful friend or relative of Oka Sayye lie in wait for us.
I'll speak to the lieutenant when we get aboard." Don glanced sharply at the bluff-looking boatswain who had spoken, and he seemed to mean well; but in Don's excitement he could not be sure, and one moment he felt disposed to make a bold dash for liberty, as soon as the gates were opened, and then to shout for help; the next to appeal to his fellow-prisoners to make a bold fight for liberty; and while these thoughts were running one over another in his mind, a sharp order was given, the gates were thrown open, and they were all marched down a narrow lane, dimly lit by one miserable oil lamp at the end.
"Godfrey means to put a stop to all our fun if he can, doesn't he?" said Bert, who thought that a man who would steal a canoe and spring a trap, would be guilty of any meanness. "Let's go home," was Don's reply. "We'll have another shooting-box here some day, Bert, and it will beat the old one all to pieces."
He, too, felt that it was all wrong, and to save his companion, he tightened his hold of the calves of Don's legs as the lad stood erect on his shoulders. The consequence was that he gave Don sufficient check as he leaped to throw him off his balance; and in his effort to save him, Jem lost his own, and both came down with a crash and sat up and rubbed and looked at each other.
"You seem to think Walter Osborne can win all the time! Don did start in rusty, but he soon warmed up -just a little!" "Let's play a set, Coop, you and I," suggested Blake Merton, turning his back upon Don's elated follower. "Do you feel like it?" "Sure thing, Blake! But I guess you won't have any trouble in putting me down and out." "Cut out the modesty!" laughed Blake.
His eyes puckered and his mouth grew tight. He had told Bobbie that this wasn't carrying tales. It wasn't. Suddenly he turned to his left and went up a side street. A few minute's later he rang the doorbell of a plain, pleasant-looking house. The screen door opened. "Good afternoon, Donald," said a woman's voice. "Are you looking for Mr. Wall?" "Yes, Mrs. Wall." Don's cap was in his hand.
Trouble is," he added, saving himself and Brian with a whimsical air of loyalty, "the lad is no fool!" "It's helped so," said Joan, "to know that Don is with someone like your son. I cried a great deal the first night but the next day there was Brian's letter and Don's. And later this letter and you." Kenny understood. Brian could thank him for arriving in time.
On board there were the customary anchor lanterns, and the faint glow thrown up from the skylights; but these seemed to have scarcely any effect upon the darkness, which hung down like a pall over the vessel, and Don's spirits rose as he felt how well they were concealed. Then they sank once more, for Jem placed his lips close to his ear and whispered,
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