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And no antics, he says. Here, Jack, here's fifty pages for you' Mr. Heeley ripped the beautiful inoffensive volume ruthlessly in pieces and here's fifty for you, Clementina. Tell me your parts of the plot I'll deal with the first fifty my noble self. Presently, after laughter, snipping out of pages with scissors, and some unseemly language, Mr. Heeley began to write.
It was a sight to deter the boldest; it shocked Dan Heeley, the Bold Dan Heeley, who had never trembled at the sight of a living thing when he had the drop on it and he drew up sharply and recoiled a step. Then he swore a big black oath, and his right hand went to his hip. It was an unwise action; the Missing Link anticipated the evil intention and fired. A second revolver fell from Mr.
Five minutes later Dan, Heeley, the Bold Birragua Boy, was securely tied to a tree, with about three fathoms of inch manila, and the Professor's cash box, with its proper contents increased by certain sums that were illegally Heeley's, was safely bestowed in its locker again. "What was the price you said the Government had put on your head, Dan, my boy?" asked Professor Thunder.
'Run across to the other shop yourself, and see if they've got a copy of A Question of Cubits yes, that's it, A Question of Cubits and do me fifteen inches on it at once. 'What, that thing! exclaimed Mr. Heeley. 'Won't it do to-morrow? You know I hate messing my hands with that sort of piffle. 'No, it won't do to-morrow.
I met Onions Winter at dinner on Saturday night, and I told him I'd review it on the day of publication. And when I promise a thing I promise it. Cut, my son! And I say' the editor recalled Mr. Heeley, who was gloomily departing 'We're under no obligations to anyone. Write what you think, but, all the same, no antics, no spleen. You've got to learn yet that that isn't our speciality.
You're not on the Whitehall now. 'Oh, all right, chief all right! Mr. Heeley concurred. Five minutes later Mr. Heeley entered what he called his private boudoir, bearing a satinesque volume. 'Here, boys, he cried to two other young men who were already there, smoking clay pipes 'here's a lark! The chief wants fifteen inches on this charming and pathetic art-work as quick as you can.
"I've killed more'n a hundred of 'em this summer," he said. "Pat Heeley hires me to smash all I can find, 'cause they eat the tobacco." "Well, bring one carefully to me on the leaf where he is feeding; the largest one you can find." Before breakfast the next morning Ruth Elliot had her first sight of a tobacco worm. "Take care!" said Sammy, "or he'll spit tobacco juice on you.
Dan Heeley placed his revolver to his hand on the stump by his side, and took up the cash box, but the next instant he snatched at his revolver again, and turned it upon a large, ungainly figure, that loped out of the bush, and stood grinning and chattering where the firelight faded into gloom. It was Mahdi the Missing Link, in full dress. "What's that?" demanded Heeley, fiercely.
Heeley's right hand. Dan's shooting arm was broken. The Missing Link advanced with movements and howls significant of horrible ferocity. Dan Heeley backed before it, white to the lips. At this point the Professor plucked up courage and advanced upon Heeley. Dan offered no resistance, his arm was broken, and he was completely paralysed by the insistence of the monster attacking him.
"Two hundred and fifty of the best? It's mine, Daniel." Heeley made no reply; his frightened eyes were fixed on the man-monkey cowering in the shade, with the revolver tight in its right hand. "The Missing Link will watch over you to-night, Dan," continued the Professor, jauntily. "He's as strong as ten men, so don't try tricks with him." But the Professor did not get that £250.
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