Vietnam or Thailand ? Vote for the TOP Country of the Week !
Updated: April 30, 2025
As they had no bait whatever, their success was not large. A flock of ducks flew low above them, seeking a pond for the night. "Jiminy!" Carl cried, "it's getting late. We got to hurry. It's awful far to San Francisco and I don't know gee! where'll we sleep to-night?" "We hadn't ought to go on, had we?" "Yes! Come on!"
And the woodsman on the height, as he watched them, muttered to himself: "Ef that old b'ar don't look out, the tide's a-goin' to ketch her afore she knows what she's about! Most wish I'd 'a' socked it to her afore she'd got so fur out Jiminy! She's seed her mistake now! The tide's turned."
Of course the pursuing game makes a pilot put his machine into all sorts of positions. He has to jump at the other chap, sometimes, at an angle of ninety degrees. I have known of cases where the air pressure caused by such a drop has been so great that the planes of one of these 'hunters' have been broken off with a snap." "Jiminy!" ejaculated Dicky.
"Jiminy crickets, we'll have the time of our life, Mr. Dickle. Why, we'll do it for nothing, just for the fun of the thing," exclaimed Gordon generously. "Oh, no, you won't; you'll get fifty cents each, and, besides, I'm paying you ten dollars a day for the use of this building. Forty dollars is due you so far. That should help the troop's treasury a little, eh, boys?"
"Corking idea; let's get busy," exclaimed Jiminy Gordon. "Great! Give us the details," shouted Romper. Bruce wrinkled his brow in deep thought for several moments, then his face lighted up with a smile. "Look here, fellows," he said enthusiastically, "three of us have motorcycles we got for Christmas, and Romper here and Ray Martin of the Flying Eagles have the machines they built themselves.
"I can't help it!" he explained apologetically as soon as he got his voice again. "I love Stumpy best, of course! You kept the best fer me! But, Jiminy Christmas, Boy, how I miss the rest on 'em!" "I didn't keep Stumpy!" explained the Boy as the two went up the path. "It was Mike Sweeny took care of him for you. He brought him round this morning because he had to get off to the woods cruising.
He began immediately to restring the rackets, to make new balls from twine, to lay out a court. Like true soldiers of fortune, Honey Smith and Pete Murphy made no special collection; they looted for mere loot's sake. One day, in the midst of one of their raids, Honey Smith yelled a surprised and triumphant, "By jiminy!" The others showed no signs, of interest.
"By Jiminy! that's just what I said, Bruce," cried Jiminy Gordon, "and Romper agrees with me." "Sure I do," said Romper, suddenly making his appearance from the workshop, his mended snowshoe in hand. "Then it's Haystack Mountain.
But we did have a big one in the country. Uncle lives there now, and we have a hundred acres of land." "Jiminy!" ejaculated the young boy. "Chillen! Chillen, please bring de company down to your gramper." "Oh, I'm 'fraid you're going away," said Lu. "You're awful sweet! I just wish I had a little sister. I wish you'd come and stay a week. But I s'pose you'd feel like a cat in a strange garret.
The young man upon the raised platform had no manner of license to smile at the girl behind the silvered netting. It was a most gigantic insolence. Stimson was amazed at it. "By Jiminy," he said to himself again, "that fellow is smiling at my daughter."
Word Of The Day
Others Looking