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The vessel after striking upon the bar had swung loose again into a slow-moving eddy, which returns up-stream close to the southern shore of the Ugambi only to circle out once more and join the downward flow a hundred yards or so farther up. Thus the Kincaid was returning Jane Clayton directly into the hands of her enemies.
Once satisfied that they were unarmed, she set them to work cutting the cable which held the Kincaid to her anchorage, for her bold plan was nothing less than to set the steamer adrift and float with her out into the open sea, there to trust to the mercy of the elements, which she was confident would be no more merciless than Nikolas Rokoff should he again capture her.
A whiff of dust showed where the battery ambled townward among roadside gardens, the Callender carriage spinning by it to hurry its three ladies and Mandeville far away to the city's lower end. At the column's head rode Irby in good spirits, having got large solace of Flora's society since we last saw her paired with Kincaid.
Bobby spread out the broad brown fan of a tail; he inserted his finger under the glossy ruffs; he stroked the smooth, brown, mottled back. "This is more fun than squirrels," said he with conviction. Mr. Kincaid glanced at him in surprise. "But you can't hunt these fellows," said he, "It takes a shotgun to get 'pats. You wouldn't have much fun at this game."
Bobby took the duck from Curly's mouth and held him up by the bill to drain the water, just as he had seen Mr. Kincaid do. Then he laid his prize across the bow and gloated. It was a very beautiful duck, with an erect topknot of white edged with black running over the top of its head like the plume of a Grecian helmet.
Anna, if I should turn that song into a solemn avowal to you " "Please don't! Oh, I mean I don't mean I I mean " "Ah, I know your meaning. But if I love you, profoundly, abidingly, consumingly as I do, Anna Callender, as I do! and am glad to pledge my soul to you knowing perfectly that you have nothing to confess to me " "Oh, don't, Captain Kincaid, don't! You are not fair to me.
Kincaid emphasizing his words impressively with the stem of his pipe, "never in any circumstances lets the muzzle of his gun, loaded or unloaded, for even a single instant, point toward any living creature he does not wish to kill. Remember that, Bobby. When you've learned that, you've learned a good half of gun-handling." "Yes, sir," said Bobby. "Keep the muzzle up," finished Mr.
A dozen times he thought it had gone; but always it came back, flirting its absurd short tail, one bright eye fixed on the occupants of the blind. When Bobby slipped still further into the warm bright land of laziness, he abandoned even the effort of observation, and amused himself by sifting rainbows through his eye-lashes. "Bobby!" whispered Mr. Kincaid sharply.
His first thought was that the broad of his back was shivering; his next that the tip of his nose was marvellous cold; his last that he was curled all up in a ball like a furry raccoon. Then he heard the scratch of a match. A light immediately flickered. In two minutes the little stove was roaring and Mr. Kincaid was exhorting him to arise. "Come on, now!" he called. "Duck time!"
"I'd offer thee this hand of mine " "We're turning in to be landed, are we not?" asked Anna as the stars began to wheel. "Yes. Do you really believe, Anna, that that song is not the true word for a true lover and true soldier, like Adolphe, for instance to say to himself, of course, not to her?" "Oh, Captain Kincaid, what does it matter?" "Worlds to me.
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