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I'll have to make a dive fur he, though!" "Have you got it?" inquired Bob, after Dick had groped about for some time, popping his head under water and coming up at intervals for breath. "Have you got it?" "'Ees," said he at length, lugging out the bucket, "I've got 'im!" Then, they set to work, each using it alternately.

"From San José to Guatemala ees seventy mile, and dthe Paris of Central America ees zomething more large dthan dthis San Miguel. Much can happen before ve come back." We join Mrs. Steele and talk over our plan. The next day we arrive at Champerico, but no one goes ashore; we stay so short a time.

Oddly enough, the fact that the two latter were in evening dress seemed to reassure him, and it became evident later that the presence of the clerk led him to regard these strangers as guests in the hotel who had been attracted to his room by the mere accident of propinquity. His first intelligible words, uttered in broken English, were: "Vat time ees eet?" "Ten-thirty," said Steingall.

"That's what I call luck!" thought Richard, as he hurried back to the Massanets' home. "I'm mighty glad I called on Mr. Martin. He seems to be a gentleman and will no doubt do what is right. I hope Frank has been equally fortunate." Mrs. Massanet was surprised to see him returning so soon. "What ees eet?" she asked, anxiously. "I hope you no deesheartened a'ready?"

Baptiste trudging up the street with his quaint one-sided walk, bearing his dilapidated basket on one shoulder, a nondescript head-cover pulled over his eyes, whistling cheerily. Then he would slip in at the back door of one of his clients with a brisk, "Ah, bonjour, madame. Now here ees jus' a lil' bit fruit, some bananas. Perhaps madame would cook some for Mr. Baptiste?"

"Oi don't a ack loike it, you hic you couldn't tell it on me, b-but Oi Oi Oi'm drunk, aw roight." "I theenk Greer ees in the cook's galley," smiled Deschaillon, who appeared to be rational; then he added coolly: "Eef there ees any fighting, I weel help you, Meester Madden." "Cook's galley!" sputtered Mulcher. "'E's drinkin' hit ever' drop, lads; come on!" "An' th' grub, too!" added Hogan.

"Travellin' up to Exeter?" The old man bent his head for "yes," and I saw the tears well up in his weak eyes. "There's no need vur to ax your arrand." The farmer here dropped his tone almost to a whisper. "Naw, naw. I be goin' up to berry 'en. Ees, vriends," he went on, looking around and asking, with that glance, the sympathy of all present, "to berry my zon, my clever zon, my only zon."

"But is it all right?" the young man persisted. A look of scorn came over the face of the bandit. "If it makes you 'appy, what you care? You should not look ze gift 'appiness in ze face. Go on, take her. Ees nice; you like 'er." Still Gilbert hesitated. "But I can't now." "And why not?" the bandit asked. He was thoroughly weary of Gilbert's dilly-dallying, so foreign to his own philosophy.

"I, not!" said Mademoiselle, peering forward. "I am too near of my sight. What ees it?" "The piano cover. That Persian silk, you know, that my brother sent me. I never knew how handsome it was before. The ruff, and those wonderful puffed sleeves, are mosquito-netting; the whole effect is superb at a little distance."

An' see, thar's another head behind it, an' behind that another, an' likely thar's more." "Eet ees certainlee the warriors trying to reach us on the water," said Adolphe Drouillard, and, raising his rifle, he took aim at the first swimming head. "Hold a little," said Adam Colfax, pushing down the barrel of the weapon.

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