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"I will tell you," said Frenchy, reverting to Tom's previous question. "I am zhust ze same age as you sefenteen when zey throw my seester in ze zhail because she sing ze Marsellaise. Zat I cannot stand! You see? When ze soldiers fat Zhermans, ugh! When zey come for her, I strike zis fat one here so." "I'm glad you did," said Tom. "Hees eye I cut open, so.
As the procession wended its way on its mission of wet charity, carrying the cook in any manner at all, Frenchy waved his long lost sombrero at Buck, who stood in the door, and shouted, "Yu old son-of-a-gun, I'm proud to know yu!" Buck smiled and snapped his watch shut "Time to amble," he said.
They do that sometimes, you know. He's probably dead an' that's his sperrit, ha'ntin' us." "Oh, rot, Pete!" growled Code in his most forcible manner. "Come along now or you'll be sidling into one of these doors and the Lass won't get out of port for a week." "My soul an' body! Look at that Frenchy. Biggest I ever saw, Code."
In the first instance, all the boys working here were earning big money. And there was, too, some excitement in the work. As one of them said: "You Jackies haven't anything on us. We don't know but any moment we may be blown sky-high." "True for you," put in Frenchy smartly. "But you don't get any fun out of your danger. We do.
That was what they called the Frenchy railway cutting, and it overlooked the ruined village of Athies. And not until after I had crossed it was I breathing properly. I began, then, to feel more like myself, and my heart and all my functions began to be more normal. All this region we had to cross now was still under fire, but the fire was nothing to what it had been.
Joan became aware of a singular tremor in Kells's arm, which she still clasped. Suddenly it jerked. She caught a gleam of blue. Then the bellow of a gun almost split her ears. Powder burned her cheek. She saw Frenchy double up and collapse on the platform. For an instant there was a silence in which every man seemed petrified. Then burst forth a hoarse uproar and the stamp of many boots.
"Just found it out, eh?" answered Cop; then, as the first bell clanged throughout the building and hustling was in order, he proceeded to explain that as he passed the library door on his way to the baths, Professor Warwick called him in and introduced him to the tall, lithe Westerner, who had wonderfully easy manners, a skin like a tan-colored glove, and whose English was more attractive than marred by a strong accent that sounded "Frenchy."
There I was at the door, and he said, 'Why, hello, Wickert. Come and have a liquor. He pronounced it a queer, Frenchy way. So I said thanks, I'd have a highball." "Didn't he seem surprised to see you there?" asked Hainer. Wickert paid an unconscious tribute to good-breeding. "Banneker's the kind of feller that wouldn't show it if he was surprised.
Frenchy demanded at last in his rather high, penetrating voice. Instantly the man in the bushes turned and saw the automobile. Like a flash he settled down in his tracks and disappeared. One moment he was a plain figure standing out against the background of the dam; the next he was not there at all! "By St.
As Tom watched, a young fellow in a sailor's suit hurried by, working his way among the throng of soldiers. Presently, Frenchy strolled past talking volubly to another soldier, and waving his cigarette gracefully in accompaniment. A naval quartermaster leaned against the rail, chatting with a red-faced man with spectacles the chief engineer, Tom thought.
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