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And when you insult her, you insult me." "Oh, she's good enough," said Clyde. "They're all good, but not perhaps in the way you mean " "How do you know?" "I don't know, but Fraser does. He's known her for years. Haven't you, Fraser?" But the adventurer's face was like wood as they turned toward him. "I don't know nothing," replied "Fingerless" Fraser, with an admirable show of ignorance.
To do this, they did not use their fingers directly; they manipulated ingenious non-magnetic pliers attached to the ends of fingerless, insulated mittens. Before they had finished, the builder, who had been puzzling over the extraordinary suddenness with which that cloud of dust had settled, received an inspiration. He was carrying note-book and camera.
It sounded as if some one were running along and slapping his thigh with fingerless gloves. The last few hours were always long the sun was so slow about it. And there was nothing to fill up the time either. Pelle himself was tired, and the tranquillity of evening had the effect of subduing his voice.
It may take us forty-eight hours of constant paddling against wind and tide to make Uyak. George and I are fit enough, but you know you aren't " "Fingerless" Fraser turned violently upon the speaker. "Now, for Heaven's sake, cut that out, will you? Just because you happened to give me a little lift on this cussed Katmai Pass, I s'pose you'll never get done throwing it up to me.
I won't be passed on all night this way." "The 'buck' will certainly show us to the straw," said "Fingerless" Fraser. "The what?" "The 'buck' the sky-dog oh, the priest!" But when, a mile farther on, they drew up before a white pile surmounted by a dimly discerned Greek cross, no sign of life was to be seen, and their signals awakened no response. "Gone! and they knew it."
None of the French then in the Deccan knew him: and though they remarked his curious habit of wearing a fingerless glove on his right hand, no one connected it with the half-forgotten story of the stolen diamond. Desmond thanked the Frenchman for his information. "I am sorry to keep you a prisoner, Monsieur," he said; "but I must trouble you to return with me to Murshidabad.
"Can you play a mandolin?" inquired "Fingerless" Fraser, observing the young fellow with grave curiosity. "Sure; I'm out of practice, but " "Take him!" said Fraser, turning upon Emerson. "He can set on the front porch of the cannery with wild flowers in his hair and play La Paloma. It will make those other fish-houses mad with jealousy.
Then she said: "I must think. I I want to go away. Good-bye." "Good-bye," he returned, and stood watching her as she hurried away, half suspecting the tears that were trembling amid her lashes. It was not until supper-time that Boyd saw "Fingerless" Fraser, and questioned him about his quest for an heiress. "Nothing doing in the heiress business," replied the adventurer.
He turned the page and ran his fingerless knuckles down the closely-written columns. "P. Greene Dusenberry, Minister of the Gospel, Fairbeach, New Jersey. Reputation damaged in the Bowery. To be repaired as soon as possible. Retainer $100." He coughed and added, "Called, April 6th." "Then you are not in need of money, Mr. Wilde," I inquired. "Listen," he coughed again. "Mrs.
"Fingerless" Fraser broke trail, but to Boyd Emerson, who drove, he seemed to be a sort of dancing doll, bobbing and swaying grotesquely, as if suspended by invisible wires. At times, it seemed to the driver's whimsical fancy as if each of them trod a measure in the centre of a colorless universe, something after the fashion of goldfish floating in a globe.
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