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"He'll come back," said Jimsy with conviction. "He must have found the wires down at the first place he tried, or he'd have been here before this. Yes as soon as he's got his message through, he'll come back to us. I hope to God he brings water." "But did he realize about the well? He got away at the very first, you know, and they weren't holding the well, then."
The aeroplane, after it had attained a few hundred feet, seemed to merge into the dark background of night sky. Unless one had known of its flight it would have taken a sharp pair of eyes to have discerned it. "Say, this is glorious. It's like being pirates or or something," said Jimsy enthusiastically, as soon as they had reached a height where they felt they could talk without difficulty.
"And there'll be football all fall and baseball all spring, and theatricals, and we'll write to each other every day, won't we?" "Of course. But I write such bone-headed boob letters, Skipper." "I won't care what they're like, Jimsy, so long as you tell me things." "Gee ... I'm going to be lost up there without you, Skipper." "You'll have Carter, dear." "I know. That'll help a lot.
"What, you here?" said Fanning in an ungracious tone, while Regina Mortlake, more skilled at disguising her feelings, exclaimed: "Oh, how perfectly wonderful that we should both have landed on the same island." "It wasn't from choice," grumbled Fanning in a perfectly audible tone. Jimsy flushed a dark, dangerous flush. "Jess, tell me not to punch that chap," he muttered to his sister.
It was the doctor's motor, the same seasoned old car, which was stopping before the house of the "Wild Kings," and she saw the physician hurry up the untidy path and disappear into the house. James King was ill again. She would have to see him, then. Perhaps he would have a good message for Jimsy.
"Because she is so much finer and sounder and saner and sweeter as she is. Mildred, I have never seen any living creature so selfless. What was the word they coined in that play about Mars? 'Otherdom? That's it, yes; otherdom. That's Honor Carmody. She could have finished grammar school at twelve, but Jimsy needed her help." "That's just it! Can't you see how wrong that is?" "No.
There had been, of course, the usual supply in the house at the time of the attack and it had been made to last as long as was humanly possible, the lion's share going to the wounded man, but they had arrived, now, at the point of actual suffering. His rôle of helpless inaction was an intolerable one for Jimsy King to play.
"Oh, for God's sake, Skipper, let's not talk!" Again he had to bear the mothering of her understanding eyes. "All right, Jimsy. We won't talk, then. We'll sit here together" she changed to the chair nearest his and put her hand on his arm "and wait for Juan and " He sprang to his feet. "I wish you'd leave me alone!" he said.
It's what they are." "Well, it's what they'll always be if you keep on treating 'em that way!" Jimsy spoke hotly and his uncle turned amused eyes on him. "Don't let that Yaqui fill you up with his red tales!" "But you'll admit the Yaquis have been abused?" "Well, I believe they have. They're a cut above the peón in intelligence and spirit. But can't have omelette without breaking eggs."
But at the second breath she was awake, alive again, tense, tingling, bursting with her message for them all, keeping herself by main force in her place. Jimsy King never saw any one in a game; he never knew any one in a game; people ceased to exist for him while he was on the field.
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