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The Negro coughed again, and whispered: "I saw it comin', boss." Grimshaw said simply: "Thank you." "I'm scared, boss." "That's all right. I'll see you through." "I'm dyin', boss." "Is it hard?" "Yessir." "Hold my hand. That's right. Nothing to be afraid of." The Negro's eyes fixed themselves on Grimshaw's face a sombre look came into their depths. "I'm goin', boss." Grimshaw lifted him again.
Grimshaw, with keen eyes fixed upon me, gave a little grunt of incredulity. "Huh! Liar!" he muttered. "I am not a liar," I declared with indignation, whereupon my aunt angrily stirred the fire in the stove and Uncle Peabody put his hand on my arm and said: "Hush, Bart! Keep your temper, son." "If you tell these things you may be the means of sending an innocent boy to his death," Mr.
It might very well be that this paper was stolen by ignorant adventurers, and in some way got into the hands of one of Manuel's ancestors and so came down to him. Probably most of them couldn't read and had no idea of what the paper contained. Could Manuel read?" he asked, turning to Grimshaw. "Why, yes; but rather poorly," answered Tyke.
One night I was called to the telephone by the Grimshaws' physician. I'll tell you his name, because he has a lot to do with the rest of the story Doctor Waram, Douglas Waram an Australian. "Grimshaw has murdered a man," he said briefly. "I want you to help me. Come to Cheyne Walk. Take a cab. Hurry."
Hacket said: "Let us walk up to the jail and spend a few minutes with Amos." We hurried to the jail. The sheriff, a stout-built, stern-faced man, admitted us. "Can we see the Grimshaw boy?" Mr. Hacket inquired. "I guess so," he answered as he lazily rose from his chair and took down a bunch of large keys which had been hanging on the wall. "His father has just left."
He tried again and again to get her by herself, in the hope that he might regain the ground that seemed to be slipping away from under him. But she seemed to have developed a sudden fondness for the society of her father and Grimshaw, and she managed in some way to include one or both of them in the walks and chats that Drew sought to make exclusive. Then, too, there was Parmalee.
Those on board had been watching Jack with intense anxiety. Once the monster was seen to be darting towards the captain, but, as he approached, Jack struck out towards him with his knife in his hand, while Grimshaw beat the water with his stick. The effect was to startle the shark. Jack dived; but, to the horror of all, a patch of blood appeared on the surface directly afterwards.
As soon as she reached the foot of the stairs, he took her hand; and, pressing it, whispered: "Sweet girl, forgive me this persistence!" "May God never forgive me if I do!" she fiercely exclaimed, transfixing him with a flashing glance. Never lover uttered a deeper sigh than that which Dr. Grimshaw gave forth as he led his unwilling bride to the carriage.
The Captain had not seen little George, the secessionist, since his assurance that he would make every thing right with Mr. Grimshaw, and have Manuel out in less than twenty-four hours.
"I think the Interstate people will have something pleasant to say to you when they know all the wonders you've done in chasing their stolen airship." It was the brightest day in the year, it seemed to the two young aviators, as they reached Columbus by train, and started at once for Mr. King's hangar. Old Grimshaw had met them at the depot.
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