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"We can't leave him here to die, perhaps," he added softly. "We can at least make an attempt to save his life." He bent down, and, putting a hand under each of the man's arms, lifted him slightly, eliciting a moan of pain. "You take his feet, Chet, and, Ferd, you support his back," he directed. "Now then "
"I knew Ferd would regret this balcony!" pursued Sally, eyes to the crack. "Ferdie's not regretting it!" tittered her sister. Sally cast her a withering glance. Elsie devoted herself suddenly to George. "Go down and lure them into the garden," pleaded Sally, presently.
Sent back alone to bring fresh specimens of the mineral Pedro had unearthed, Ferd had suddenly turned stubborn and refused to go more than halfway. Pedro had died suddenly, and Pedro's ghost would haunt the spot; no, even Antonio should not compel him thither. He would do anything, everything else, but go to the canyon cave again he would not.
For reasons of his own, the groom was glad enough to obey, because dire had been the threats of the mighty-fisted Samson, as well as the stern John Benton, against any on that ranch who should be caught "consorting with that low-lived Ferd or the late manager."
Old Branscomb is goin' home tea-ed up reg'lar, and Al Leavitt and Pud Follansby and a half a dozen others are settin' there all times of night, playin' cards and makin' a reg'lar ha'nt of it. If Ferd ain't shet up it will be said" the constable looked into the snapping eyes of the first selectman and halted apprehensively.
But I'm going to work my way through the course, Bill, even if I have to go out as a nurse-girl, and study at night." Billy said nothing for awhile. But before they parted he went back to the subject. "I'll let you have the three hundred, Sue, or five hundred, if you like. Borrow it from me, you know me a good deal better than you do Ferd Eastman!"
It's not fair." "Not fair," flared Billie. "You don't suppose I'd go to Three Towers and leave Chet here, do you?" "Then you're not going either?" cried Ferd, seeing all his castles in the air coming down about his ears with a crash. Billie shook her head unhappily. "No, I'm not going either," she said.
In Baron von Mueller's extraordinary work on Select Extra-tropical Plants, with indications of their native countries, and some of their uses, these remarks occur: "Acacia aneura, Ferd. v. Mueller. Arid desert interior of extra tropic Australia. A tree never more than twenty-five feet high. The principal 'mulga' tree. Mr.
Ferd shall tell of all the rest that he has put somewhere, I know not. His poor brain cannot carry out the plan, and to me it avails no more. Ay de mi! But Solano beware. Of some things he knows, and of more he suspects, is it not? Ah! I weary, I languish, I die, I, Antonio Bernal, heir to wealth so boundless. It was so fine a plan so most wonderful and simple. The fools, how they feared!
Of course Ferd immediately spied Dick there and sauntered over, with his customary air of importance. "Hello! Morrison, what are you doing here? I didn't you know you were a depositor in our bank," he said, with a patronizing manner that at first made Dick grit his teeth, and then caused him to smile as a sudden suspicion flashed across into his mind. "Oh!
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