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Greg took a peep, became suspicious, and started to hum: "He was the Sleepiest Boy." Smack! came a small sod, with which Dave had slyly provided himself in advance. "Ugh! Gr-r-r-r!" sputtered young Holmes, leaping to his feet and spitting out the stuff from his mouth. It was mostly the grass side of the sod that had struck his teeth, but a little of the loam had gone in with it.
Mayhew slowly manoeuvred 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 rushed straight upon poor little Whitebird to gobble him up, and as he came he roared: "Thief, thief! who steals my master's treasure? I scorch you with my eye! I burn you with my breath! I swallow you into the furnace of my throat. Gr-r-r-r!" There seemed no chance for Whitebird to escape, the creature was so near.
Then as he let the folds of canvas fall, a voice inside called angrily: "Quit that! I want to get out." It was Dave Darrin's voice, and Dave was the quickest-tempered one of the six boys. Fred knew that it behooved him to get away from the spot at once. There was a wriggling under the canvas. Ripley turned to flee. Gr-r-r-r! Towser stood barring his path.
There was no time to rise. Towser, growling angrily, was upon him with a bound. Gr-r-r-r-r! Fred, with a shriek, felt the dog's teeth in the back of his shirt. "Get out, you beast!" begged young Ripley in a faint voice. Gr-r-r-r! was all the answer. Plainly the dog liked the taste of that shirt, for he held to it tight. "Get away -please do!" faltered Fred in a broken voice. "Get away. Don't bite.
Opening the largest blade of his pocketknife, Fred cut one of the guy-ropes. He passed around the tent, cutting each one in turn, until the canvas shelter fell over in a white mass. "Won't they be sore, though?" laughed Fred maliciously, as he started to carry off the camp supplies. Gr-r-r-r-r! Gr-r-r-r!
"Gr-r-r-r, ps-s-s-s, ba-a-a-a, cock-a-doodle-do-o-o." So incongruous did the peculiar sounds appear, that all stared in amazement. Then when they beheld Frontier Samson standing near the door, their faces broadened into knowing grins, followed by hearty outbursts of laughter. The prospector walked at once over to where Curly was standing, and laid his big right hand upon his shoulder.
Listen to yo'! Yo' wait er minute, an' Ah'll show yo' a light." Gr-r-r-r! Gr-r-r-r t That sound from overhead was not pleasant. Jack, in the few seconds that were left to him, could only guess as to the cause of the sounds. Then, some fifteen feet over his head, a tiny flame sputtered.
Listen to yo’! Yo’ wait er minute, an’ Ah’ll show yo’ a light.” Gr-r-r-r! Gr-r-r-r! That sound from overhead was not pleasant. Jack, in the few seconds that were left to him, could only guess as to the cause of the sounds. Then, some fifteen feet over his head, a tiny flame sputtered.
Gr-r-r-r-r! came the voice of Towser, in the near distance. It was followed by barks and yelps, all in the voice of Hazelton's bull-dog. "What trouble has the pup gotten into?" demanded Harry, throwing an armful of wood on the campfire, then wheeling sharply. Gr-r-r-r! Wow-wow! Woof! sounded closer at hand, accompanied by considerable noise in the underbrush.
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