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As summer came on he was able to do a little more, herd them with Growler's help, and gradually to undertake what required no exertion of strength or speed, and there he stopped short all the sunny months of summer could do no more for him than make him fit to do such work as an old man of seventy might manage.
"What's that, bo'sun?" cried the skipper, coming up on the bridge at the moment to look for the chart of the North Atlantic, which he had left in the wheel-house the night before, and overheard the old growler's remark. "Got the Flying Dutchman on the brain again?" "No, sir, I weren't talking o' that," replied Masters.
Seeing what was expected of them, and made courageous by Growler's example, the pack followed at full cry, and the great bear-hunt was on in earnest. Black Bruin heard them almost at the outset, where he was digging roots in the deep woods, and for some reason the sounds annoyed him.
"The noise you are making may set them on again." "It were your dog as begun it." Growler's sponsor defended both herself and Growler defiantly. "Oh!" screamed May, "they're at it again. Tray is down and the cruel monster is at his throat. Will nobody help us? Will nobody save my poor little dog?" The girls were carrying neither sunshades nor umbrellas.
Prowler's pink pajamas were a better fit for him than Growler's paper collar which nearly concealed his pirate's nose, only the points of his whiskers and the tips of his black ears showing. Ann had added to his costume by the loan of her blue hair-ribbon which she had tied in a nice bow on the tip of his tail.
I dare say you have heard the story of the Scotch elder who, on the question being raised what service he could render at the church meetings, replied briskly, "I can always object." Well, Growler's one strong point was his talent for objecting, and gallantly he used it.
"But Dan's the original grinder. He always had an eye for business. Used to win my nickel every Sunday when we shot craps in the alley back of the cathedral. Say, Dan, I see you've still got that handsome thoroughbred cur of yours! By George, that dog could use his tail for a jumping rope!" Dan smiled; he couldn't afford to be sensitive about Growler's beauty. "Is that all, Mr.
"When I was about half through packing up, the old growler's clerk, who was a gentlemanly young fellow, came in and said to me, hesitatingly: 'Old man, I hate to tell you, but the boss told me to come over and say to you not to ship that bill of goods he gave you until he ordered it.
If you refuse to help me I will go straight to Growler's kennel. When he has worried me to death, won't you be sorry you drove me to such a fate? Dear, dear Mrs. Velvetpaw, your face is kinder than your words. Oh, pity the sorrows of a poor little cat! "Now, Mrs.
But he did not insist, resolving to watch her at the opportune time; and he asked her, for he had not yet been told all the details: "Then it's not known what became of Daubrecq?" "No. Of course, one of the Growler's bullets struck him. For, next day, we picked up, in a coppice, a handkerchief covered with blood.
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