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I'll never get over that loss, never! I feel sick!" went on Bluff. He kept shaking his head as if working himself up into a desperate frame of mind. Evidently it would have gone hard with any one of Andy Lasher's crowd if the offended boy could have laid hands on him just then. "I wonder if Uncle Toby could give us any information on this subject?" suggested Frank. "Oh! call him in and see.
Some of these crazy people are said to be dangerous," continued Will. "Humbug! If you saw any one at all it must have been a scout from Andy Lasher's camp, snooping around," commented Bluff, disdainfully. "Well, perhaps it might be another keeper from the asylum," remarked Smithson. "There it is again; what did I tell you, fel " Will stopped speaking in a whisper and gaped.
But we would like now and again to find that other people have enjoyed what one hoped they would enjoy. But I don't know, they always seem too old for children and too young for grown-ups my stories, I mean." It was one of the hardest traits in Mr. Lasher's character, as Hugh well realised, "to rub it in" over a fallen foe. He considered this his duty; it was also, I am afraid, a pleasure.
He was like one of the china ornaments in Mrs. Lasher's drawing-room that the housemaid is told to be so careful about, and concerning whose destruction Hugh heard her on at least one occasion declaring, in a voice half tears, half defiance, "Please, ma'am, it wasn't me. It just slipped of itself!" Mr. Pidgen would break very completely were he dropped.
You've got proof about the deer and the wild dogs; but perhaps we'll have to consider the story about the bear," laughed Frank. "And Andy Lasher's repentance; that is the most surprising of all," declared Bluff, shaking his head as though he could not understand it at all. They sat there spellbound while Jerry skimmed over the entire account of his adventures since quitting the camp.
"It'll do as evidence when I want ter send this critter to jail, which I'll sartin do if he ever comes a foolin' 'round my traps agin. I bet that snake Bud Rabig set him up ter it. Skeered to come hisself, an' sends a boy. Now, you git!" This time the kick was so tremendous that it actually lifted Andy Lasher's crony clear off his feet, and started him in a mad flight along the edge of the swamp.
In the dungeons of the old City Hall which stood on the site of what was afterwards the Custom House at first civil offenders were confined, but afterwards whale-boatmen and robbers." Robert Troup, a young lieutenant in Colonel Lasher's battalion, testified that he and Lieut.
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