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"If it does, we'll begin right by telling him that we have no money -that we've nothing in fact but a birchbark white elephant on our hands." Driggs came over promptly, his keen, shrewd eyes twinkling. "So you boys have been buying away from my shop, and have been 'stung, eh!" queried Driggs, a short, rather stout man, of about forty. "Robbed, I'd call it," replied Dave Darrin.
"After all that stretch o' talk," smiled Driggs, "you ought to show me a whole case full of chisels." "I hid it over here," Curtis explained, going over to one of the open sheds. "I tucked it in under this packing case. Here it is, now, just where I left it. Do you recognize it as yours?" From the newspaper wrapping Driggs took the small but keen-edged implement. He regarded it curiously.
"Look at the blisters on my hands from the cutting I've already done." "Never mind your aches and pains," comforted Dave Darrin. "We're doing this to pay charges on our canoe, and Hiram Driggs has been mighty kind about the whole business.
We'll wait until Dan is himself again before we do any talking." "I'm all right," protested Dan Dalzell. "Yes; I believe you are," Driggs nodded. "'T' any rate, you won't die now of that dose of river water." "Party ready to come back aboard the launch?" called the helmsman. "Oh, don't hurry us, just now!" appealed Laura Bentley, going over to him quietly.
"Yes, of course," smiled Driggs. "But you boys are entitled to some honest sympathy. I don't imagine young Ripley will get much sympathy, will he?" "Not a heap," Greg Holmes answered. "Well," resumed Driggs, "I ain't a mite sorry for the boy and his make-believe pony. But I wish I could help you with your boat, for I know you haven't any loose money to throw around like young Rip."
They were to have their canoe and all the sport that that meant. It was to be a safe craft -as good as new! For Hiram Driggs was a dependable and skilful boat builder. "Hey, too bad you fellows got stung so fearfully," cried a grammar school boy in passing. "I'm mighty sorry." "Thank you," Dick answered. "But we're going to have the canoe repaired.
Driggs seemed to understand the situation at a glance. "Come on," she said. "We'll put the children in here with us; the monkey and the rest of the gypsy outfit can go up with the coachman. Here, Sam, take this little beast on the seat with you, and lift up the barrow, too."
Steadman harshly, "you defy me then, and when you defy me, you defy the Government of the Province, the arm of the Government reaches far Driggs, and you know that before you are done, I'll put you out of business before two weeks have gone by. You owe every one you owe the paper people you owe on your printing press. Your creditors are all friends of the Government.
"Your canoe will be dry enough to launch in the morning," said Driggs, as he received the last load at his stable. "Come down any time after eight o'clock and we'll put it in the water." Were Dick & Co. on hand the next morning? Dan Dalzell was the last of the six boys to reach post outside the locked gate of the yard, and he was there no later than twenty-one minutes past seven.
They were older than I, but if I looked as scared as they did I wish somebody had shot me. In the corner was another student. His name was Driggs. His specialty was cotillons. We four sat and looked at each other with awful suspicions. Something was excessively wrong. I felt indignant. Can't a fellow go to see his fiancée without being annoyed by a Roman mob?
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