Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: July 10, 2025
"He said very little would have tempted him to do it, Bowler." "Oh!" was Bowler's only reply. "And I tell you another thing," continued Gayford, "he gave me an old chart with the identical island he saw marked on it, and I've got it in my box, my boy." "Have you, though?" said Bowler. "I'd like to have a look at it."
Gayford, with the sheet in his hand, and a careful watch on the sail, could easily delude himself into fancying the coast-line of the Long Stork was the veritable shore of New Swishford. "Isn't it prime, old man," said he, "and won't it be primer still when the real time comes? I never guessed it would be so easy. Not a thing's gone wrong."
Gayford and Tritton took no notice of the aberration; Bird congratulated Smugg on the increased docility of his conscience. I watched him closely as he wiped his brow he was very warm, indeed.
"Better go round the other side," said Gayford; "it'll be quiet enough there out of the wind." So the boat's nose was put out to make a circuit of the Long Stork. "Look out, I say!" said, or rather groaned Braintree from the bows. "Don't make the boat woll. Why can't you wun her stwait in the way you ?"
Gayford pushed the beer jug and a glass toward him, saying: "Help yourself, Joe." Joe drank a draught, wiped his mouth on his blue sleeve, and remarked: "No offense, gentlemen." "None," said Gayford, who seemed to have assumed the chairmanship of the meeting. Joe, seeming slightly embarrassed, cleared his throat, and looked round again.
The near approach to their journey's end revived them, and they stumbled down the stony path cheerily but cautiously, until at last they had the satisfaction of seeing the boat bobbing up and down in the little natural harbour close among the rocks. The wily Bowler and Gayford had marked where the oars and sail were kept, and fetched them in triumph from their hiding-place.
"You'll have to wait till the spring," said Wallas, a somewhat dismal- looking specimen of humanity. "I've got my Oxford local in January." "Oh, of course, we shouldn't start till after that," said Gayford, ready to smooth away all obstacles. "Warthah hot, won't it be?" said Braintree, looking at the map.
That evening the two boys held a solemn consultation in their study over Captain Gayford's chart, and Gayford triumphantly pointed out the little island to his friend. "There he is," said he; "he doesn't look a big one there, but he's eight or ten miles across, my uncle says." "That seems a fair size but, I say," said Bowler, "how about getting there? How could any one find it out?"
I s'pose I can't help ye talking, and laughing, and walking along of 'er, but you aint no call to kiss 'er." Another pause ensued. The chairman held a consultation with Tritton, who sat on his right hand. "The meeting," said Gayford, "will proceed to declare, one by one, whether it has ever and if so, how often kissed the lady. I will begin. Never! Mr. Tritton?" "Never!" said Tritton. "Mr. Bird?"
The weaker of the party had no spirit to suggest anything themselves, or to question what their leaders suggested; so they followed doggedly where they were led, neither knowing nor caring whither. With Bowler and Gayford it was otherwise. They felt rather ashamed of themselves for having lost their heads earlier in the day and resolved now to atone for it in the only way they could.
Word Of The Day
Others Looking