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"N-n-not exactly," says Miss Hampton, grippin' the spokes gingerly. It wa'n't any day, though, for a steerin' lesson. Most of the time the deck was on quite a slant, which seems to amuse Miss Hampton a lot. "How odd!" says she. "We're sailing almost on edge, aren't we? Isn't it glorious!" Mr. Robert don't seem to be so enthusiastic.
He's grippin' a French line steamship pamphlet in one hand, a letter in the other, and from the crook of his right elbow hangs a heavy silver-mounted walkin' stick. Also he's wearin' gray spats. Nothing book agenty about any of them signs. "Mr. Schott?" says I, springin' my official smile. "To see Mr. Ellins, I understand. I'm his private secretary. Could I " "I wish to see Mr.
They were closer spaced, too, as they come nearer, an' I reckon there wasn't more'n fifty or sixty yards atween the last two or three bursts. An' we was still walkin' on, every man wi' his reins short an' feelin' 'is 'orse's mouth, an' his knees grippin' the saddle hard. "Bang!" one hits the road about one-fifty to two hundred yards short an' we heard chips o' it whizz an' hum past us.
"The rest o' the birds got shy, and kept away on t'other side. 'Twa'n't no use tryin' that dodge over again. Jest then I 'spied a coyoat comin' lopin' down the bank, an' another follerin' upon his heels, an' two or three more on the same trail. I know'd it would be no joke grippin' one o' them by the leg, but I made up my mind to try it, an' I laid down jist as afore, 'side the calf.
"It's wishin', I am, that I might see wan o' yer family alive," said Squill, as he turned over the dead arms; "but I'd rather not be embraced by ye. Och! what a hug ye could give an' as to howldin' on a thousand limpets would be nothin' to ye." "A miser grippin' his gold would be more like it," suggested Grummidge.
"I I've only a .34-caliber automatic with me," says the Lieutenant, reachin' into his side pocket. "Well, you don't want a machine-gun, do you?" says I. "And don't go shootin' reckless. Here, lemme get on the other side. Close to the house, now, on the grass, until we can get a peek around the " "S-s-s-sh!" says Cecil, grippin' my arm. He was strong on shushin' me up, the Lieutenant was.
"I sha'n't budge until I've found why you're hounding me!" says she, grippin' the chair arms. "So?" says I. "Maybe you didn't notice the size of my assistant, Swifty Joe, as you came in? His specialty is escortin' obstreperous parties downstairs and dumpin' 'em on the curb." "You try any strong-arm stuff on me and I'll scream for help!" says she. "I'll make a charge against you too."
I turned around, an' there was Monody holdin' the sub-cook's right wrist with his left hand an' grippin' at his throat with his right. The' was a horrid look on the sub-cook's face, an' just as I turned to interfere, Monody gave a wrench which tore out the cook's wind-pipe, gave him a sling which landed him under the table, an' handed me a fresh gun.
Also I makes him give me the full details of how he come to get this option, and I advises him if he does manage to cash it in for two thousand, to take an ax to his flying machine and hike out for some lung preservin' climate where he'll have a chance to shake that cough. "Thanks," says he, grippin' my hand and chokin' up. "You you've been mighty good to me. I'll remember it."
What's the use keepin' track of how high you are, anyway? You'll only bore just so big a hole in the water if you fall. But it's funny how soon you can get over feelin's like that. Inside of three minutes I'd quit grippin' the stanchion and was sittin' there peaceful, enjoyin' the ride.
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