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Had stumbled on to a small school of albacore off Black Point and started fishing. Mascola's fleet had moved down from Hell-Hole in the early morning. Had "fenced" him. The Italian's men had been drinking freely all day and had refused to give him sea-way to get out. Of Mascola himself he had seen but little. The Italian boss had been down in the morning but had paid little attention to his men.
This was often a much patched pocket, for Jim was a notable economist of time, and usually fired from within the pocket. That he loved those guns I know, for often have I seen him fondle them as tenderly as a mother her first-born. In 1879 Sidney, Neb., was a hell-hole, filled with the most desperate toughs come to prey upon overland travellers to and from the Black Hills.
Do you think that that hell-hole down yonder is goin' to shut up because we talk about it in meetin'? Do you think Web Saunders is goin' to quit sellin' rum because we say he ought to? Do you think God's goin' to walk up to that door and nail it up himself? No, sir! He don't work that way! We've talked and talked, and now it's time to DO. Ain't there anybody here that feels a call?
Tom's drinked agin, and feels kind o' righter than he did kind o' first best! You'd best all drink, boys the spring's handy, close by here; and after we gits down acrost the road into the big swamp, and Hell-Hole, there arn't a drop o' water fit to drink, till we gits way down to Aunt Sally's big spring-hole, jest to home."
Ned, quite undaunted, and dropping his burly form into an armchair with an air of being perfectly at home, "to tell the truth, 'tis a hole, the place you sent me to; a very hell-hole." "By what arrangement with Mr. Culverson did you leave it?" Mr. Culverson was the Barbadoes merchant by whom Edward had been employed. "Culverson!" echoed Ned, with a grin.
And again Barry leaned over the stretcher and said, patting Cameron on the shoulder: "Good old boy. You make us proud of you. You kept the faith." "Three months in that hell-hole of the salient have made their mark on this battalion," said Transport Sergeant Mackay.
The stage makes through in four days and we'll use thirty," somebody counseled. "An' this bull train ain't no place for yore kind, anyhow," grumbled another. "We've quit roarin' we've cut loose from that hell-hole yonder." "So have I." But she did not turn on him. "I'm never going back. I I can't, now; not even for the stage. Will you permit me to travel with you, sir?"
Margaret turned and looked at her mother with trembling lips; then she patted Alice's hand affectionately. Annette began to cry. "It's hard to tell ye the truth, friend," continued the old man, "but I might as well tell ye now. There ain't nothin' left for us to do but to git out o' this hell-hole as quick as God'll let us.
"Found them off Diablo. Went on the rocks at Hell-Hole in the fog. Boat was smashed. Bu'sted clean in two." Gregory scarcely heard them as he knelt on the hatch looking down into the face of the one he had traveled seven thousand miles to see. Blair led him away. As the little procession moved silently down the dock the crowd parted respectfully. Eyes that were hard, softened.
Aw, it is not; it's a regular engagement-ring. I'm going to be out of this hell-hole in two weeks, and Papa Pemberton can work off his temper on somebody else. Me, I'm going to do a slumber marathon till noon every day." "Gee!" "Engaged!" said the other girls, and "Engaged! Going to sleep till noon every day. And not see Mr. Ross or Mr. Pemberton! That's my idea of heaven!" thought Una.
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