Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: May 16, 2025
For a few minutes they searched in vain. Then, in turning over the lower berth's mattress, Eph's hand touched something hard. "Wait until I get my pocket-knife out," he smiled. Rip! r-r-r-r-rip! As Ensign Eph tore open the mattress and thrust his hands inside, the grin on his face broadened. "I reckon we've got the object of the whole expedition," he announced.
Eph took out a roll of bills, counted out eighty dollars, laid the money on the table, and said, quietly: "Give me a receipt on account." When it was written he walked out, leaving Eliphalet stupefied. Joshua Carr was at work, one June afternoon, by the road-side, in front of his low cottage, by an enormous pile of poles, which he was shaving down for barrel-hoops, when Eph appeared.
It was five minutes later when the boat returned, bringing the lieutenant commander, Doctor McCrea, the surgeon, and a sailor belonging to the hospital detachment aboard the "Hudson." Eph conducted them below. "Drugged," announced the medical officer, after a brief examination. "Humph!" uttered Mr. Mayhew. "That sort of trick isn't played on folks in any decent resort on shore.
Immediately afterward the upper third of a long, cigar-shaped craft came up into view, water rolling from her dripping sides, which glistened brightly as the sun came out briefly from behind a fall cloud. In the conning tower, through the thick plate glass, the three people in the shore boat made out the carroty-topped head and freckled, good-humored, honest, homely face of Eph Somers.
And now, young gentlemen, I will wish you good morning. Remain at anchor, to-day, and on board." As soon as Mr. Mayhew and his clanking sword had gone up the stairway, and then over the side into a cutter, Eph Somers struck an attitude. "O wise judge! O just judge!" exclaimed the red-haired one, dramatically. "Now, what's getting possession of your cranium?" smiled Hal Hastings, weakly.
"Oh, Cousin Eph, you mustn't," said Cynthia, clinging to him with all her strength in her dismay. It had taken every whit of her influence to persuade him to relinquish his purpose. Cynthia knew very well that Ephraim meant to lay hands on Mr. Worthington, and it would indeed have been a disastrous hour for the first citizen if the old soldier had ever got into his library.
The miners began to gather; there were other whoops, and cheers, and the gay beating of gold pans, like gongs, until it seemed as though the whole camp was on hand. A booted, whiskered, "rough and ready" crowd they made, too. "Well, Eph, what's the trouble? Somebody got the dead-wood on you?" demanded a strapping big miner in torn red shirt and prodigious boots. He seemed to be a sort of a leader.
Look how she's studied his interests, and watched like a cat for chances for him in everything. Didn't she get him into Eph Watts's company? She talked to Watts and the other fellows, day after day, and drove around their leased land with 'em, and studied it up, and got on the inside, and made him buy.
It was five minutes later when the boat returned, bringing the lieutenant commander, Doctor McCrea, the surgeon, and a sailor belonging to the hospital detachment aboard the “Hudson.” Eph conducted them below. “Drugged,” announced the medical officer, after a brief examination. “Humph!” uttered Mr. Mayhew. “That sort of trick isn’t played on folks in any decent resort on shore.
"Well, I'll put you where you want to be, of course," agreed the boatbuilder, though he spoke with some reluctance, for he realized that some great mystery underlay this whole affair. "Come up, Benson, and take the wheel," called Mr. Pollard. So Jack went up and out on the deck, Eph following him, while Hal went to the engine room to watch more of Grant Andrews' work there.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking