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"Why, I'd kill him!" "I believe it, Betts, on my word I do," spoke up the Colonel. "But let us hope you may never see Girty. All I ask is that you be careful. I am going over to Short Creek to-morrow. Will you go with me? I know Mrs. Raymer will be pleased to see you." "Oh, Eb, that will be delightful!" "Very well, get ready and we shall start early in the morning."
You won't be able to do much without that. Look around a bit, Eb," added Dolph, turning to one of his companions. "Perhaps you'd better get the furnace out first. Two of you can carry it. I wish we had our other man back from Dugout. We need hands here." "Can't you use some of my muscle in helping you to loot our camp?" suggested Hazelton, ironically. "I'm fairly strong, you know."
"He goes around, these days, like a man in a dream and a mighty bad dream at that. Father has always been a good man. What's the matter with him?" "I don't know," said Mollie, dropping her voice. "Mother is dreadfully worried over him. And everybody is talking, Eb. It just makes me squirm. Flora Jane Fletcher asked me last night why father never testified, and him one of the elders.
His second was a sanguinary one; namely, that a pair of ducks would only be one meal for four campers who were "camp-hungry," and that Uncle Eb had spoken of squirrels as "fust-rate eatin'." He handled his gun uncertainly, deliberating whether or not he would load it, and try a shot at the bright-eyed chatterbox.
He was apt to be hard on a light man who could be handled without over-exertion. Uncle Eb came in to see me one day and sat awhile with me in my seat. While he was there the master took a boy by the collar and almost literally wiped the blackboard with him. There was a great clatter of heels for a moment. Uncle Eb went away shortly and was at Sol Rollin's when I came to dinner.
Tell Jack that Helen is dying of love for him, and tell her that Jack loves " "But, dear Eb, that latter part is not true," interposed Betty. "True, of course it's true, or would be in any man who wasn't as blind as a bat.
It ain't jest right." "Oh, fudge!" laughed Uncle Eb. "On a grand occasion like this you'd better set them air principles aside a little while. Frank is gittin' them into the carriages now. We'll see them off, and then we'll stroll over to Applesnack's and have jest one little taste of that cider." "Let's start a cheer for Frank Merriwell and his friends as they go," suggested the deacon.
This was all delivered in the coldest of tones, and Lucia snatched a morsel of wax off Eb. "I've heard none," said Georgie in great discomfort. "I just dropped in." Lucia fixed Peppino with a glance. If she had shouted at the top of her voice she could not have conveyed more unmistakably that she was going to manage this situation. "Ah, that is very pleasant," she said.
"Get through with him, Tom" advised the other young engineer. "I see Eb and Josh coming on the run. They'll have the guns. We've got to look out for ourselves." Tom flung the badly beaten man from him where he lay on the ground moaning over his hurts and vowing vengeance on Tom. "Stand still, Harry, and I'll have you free in a jiffy," Tom proposed, hauling out his pocket knife.
Tracked 'im over yender, up Cat Mountin'. Here Ab paused. He had a way of stopping always at the most interesting point to puff at his pipe. It looked as if he were getting up steam for another sentence and these delays had the effect of 'continued in our next'. 'Kill 'im? Uncle Eb asked. 'Licked him, he said. 'Huh! we remarked incredulously. 'Licked 'im, he repeated chucking.
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