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To this bit of rank flattery Towser offered no reply. It began to look as though he would be quite satisfied if only his captive made no effort to get away. "Wouldn't I like to be on my feet, with a shotgun in my hands!" gritted Fred. "Gr-r-r-r," replied Towser, as though he were an excellent reader of human minds.
I'd remark, grabbin' him by the collar. "Whaddye think this is, a soap fact'ry? Leggo that shin-bone." "Gr-r-r-r!" he'd remark back, real hostile, and roll his eyes menacin'. At which Vee would snicker and observe: "Now isn't he the dearest thing to do that, Torchy? Do let him have his booful bone there. I'll spread a newspaper under it."
Nearer and nearer came Buster Bear, and deeper and angrier sounded his voice. Chatterer gave a little frightened gasp and looked this way and looked that way. What should he do? What could he do! The ground seemed a terrible distance below. If only he had wings like Sammy Jay! But he hadn't. "Gr-r-r-r!" growled Buster Bear. "I'll teach you manners!
"Looks like a moonlight round trip, with the Agnes as the object of interest," says I. "Yep! They've got the searchlight on us." "This is insufferable!" says Auntie, and beats it below, to lock herself in her stateroom. "Gr-r-r-r!" remarks Old Hickory, and follows suit.
Was it possible that, in his madness, the chaplain had been about to commit some violence which had drawn the trusty Gimblett from his post? "Gr-r-r-r! Ouph!" The trusty Gimblett was lying at his feet dead drunk! "Hi! Hiho! Hillo there!" roared somebody from the jetty below. "Be that you, Muster Noarth? We ain't too much tiam, sur!"
"Lay off that noise," said Jastrow the Granite Jaw, threatening to dangle him head downward. "Lay off, or I'll drown you like a kitten!" With an agility that could have swung him from bough to bough, the Baron de Ross somersaulted astride the rear of Jastrow the Granite Jaw's great neck, pounding little futile fists against the bulwark of head. "Leggo me! Leggo!" "Gr-r-r-r!
"Either you'll stand by at a time like this, or I'll fall upon you tooth and nail -with the very able help of the dog!" Gr-r-r-r! approved Towser, again showing his teeth. "I -I'll take you!" quavered Ripley. "Of course you will," nodded Darrin. "Wait till I see if the lantern is all right." He crawled into the tent, found the lantern and struck a match.
Soon Fred Ripley was speeding away over the country road in the automobile runabout. As he neared the camp he extinguished the running lights, then went on slowly so as to make no noise. At last he stopped the car. Gr-r-r-r! came out of the darkness. Faithful Towser was still at his post. He came forward slowly, suspiciously out of the darkness.
Mayhew slowly manœuvred his craft, while men stood on the deck below, forward, prepared to heave the bow anchors. “Go four points over to port, Mr. Trahern,” instructed Mr. Mayhew. “Now, back the engines—steady!” Jack Benson opened his mouth wide. Then, as he saw the way the “Hudson” was backing, he suddenly called: “Slow speed ahead, quick, sir!” “You said—” began Mr. Mayhew. Gr-r-r-r!
He made a dart and fell in abreast the sergeant of Company K. Muldoon saw and growled at him. "Gr-r-r-r!" said Scrap, not ill-naturedly, and fell back a pace. But he did not slink. He had the secret of success. He kept as close as he could and yet escape Muldoon's boot. With his head high, ears stiff, tail up, he stepped out to the music.
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