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Here he drew the captain still further from the others, and, in low and smothered tones, imparted to him his scheme, which was no doubt a villainous one, as it drew from his auditor and confidant an exclamation to this effect: "By my soul, Duffel, you are an adept in these matters! I never dreamed of your being so deep a plotter!
After they had completed this task and set about bringing in the duffel, Charley remarked, "We can't go in and out this way, on our hands and knees. We've got to make a path. We'll find the best way out and trim the bushes so that we can walk upright." "We'd better not make the path straight," said Lew. "If we zigzag it, nobody will know it really is a path."
"Well, why did you not stop; I should not have fired if you had done so." "I did not wish to be taken alive." At this juncture Mr. Mandeville came round where he had a view of the thief's face, and, with unfeigned horror and amazement, he recognized him, and exclaimed: "Duffel!" "Yes, Mandeville," said Duffel, "it is I, and there is Tom, your horse."
When I see a nation with shipmasters who would set their royals when others hove too, and get there, all snarled up with shore lines and political duffel, I'm nigh ready to burst something." "Rhoda said that you were at the Dunsacks' this afternoon; I saw Edward in Boston yesterday." "I don't care if you saw the Flying Dutchman," the other asserted, breathing stormily.
Duffel, who is supposed to be connected with a body of outlaws and thieves by yourself and others, I take the liberty, though a stranger, to address a line relative to the individual named, which may be of some service to you in detecting him, and to community, by preventing his further operations.
The letter from Mary Temple fell on Camp Solitaire like a thunderbolt. Camp Solitaire was the name which Roy had given his own cosy little tent on the Blakeley lawn, and here he and Tom were packing duffel bags and sharpening belt axes ready for their long tramp when the note from Grantley Square was scaled to them by the postman as he made a short cut across the lawn.
On each foot I was now wearing next my bare skin a rabbit pelt minus legs and ears put on, hair side out, while the skin was still green and damp, and then allowed to dry and shape itself to the foot. Over the rabbit pelts I wore my regular woollen socks, duffel neaps, and caribou-skin mitten moccasins.
Duffel was exceedingly vexed, but this time he was not to be balked in his designs, and so took the book from her hands, saying as he did so. "I beg pardon, but now I must and will be heard.
So soon as he entered, a sentinel-watchman, whose duty it was to proclaim the names of all new-comers, announced him thus: "Lieutenant Duffel!" "Welcome to the Secret Cave! "Welcome is a brother brave!" was the greeting he received from a score of voices whose owners came forward and took him cordially by the hand.
My hat was a rather narrow brimmed soft felt. I had one pair of heavy leather moccasins reaching almost to my knees, one pair of high seal-skin boots, one pair low ones, which M. Duclos had given me, and three pairs of duffel. Of underwear I had four suits and five pairs of stockings, all wool.
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