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"That's queer," he mused. "It must've been pure accident. I heard that the man I came to round up today had a girl named Kate, so I suppose that was the first name came into my head. Kate, what else?" "Suppose," she suggested gravely, "we keep the rest for the next time." "For our next ride?" She looked just away from his persistent eyes: "Perhaps."
"Why, Susan, you must've seen it her runnin' in here every day, walkin' home with him, an' talk, talk, talkin' to him every chance she gets!" "But, they they've been makin' plans for for the work," murmured Susan. "Work! Well, I guess it no need to've taken quite so many consultations for just the work. Besides, she never thought of such a scheme as this before the money came, did she?
I bought a can and brung 'em up to the tent. Jest try 'em." He stuck the spoon out towards Shorty's mouth. The latter, with his gunlock in one hand and a greasy rag in the other, looked at the tempting morsel, opened his mouth, and the deed was done. "Must've left a stone in that peach," he said, as he gulped it down. "Mebbe so," said Si, with a guilty flush, and pretending to examine the others.
"You must've found some, some place," he said, "or you wouldn't be so awful glib. It's taken 'bout half-a-pint to loosen your tongue so that it'd run this way. I know you." "No, I've not found a spoonful. The eloquence of thirst is the only inspiration I have at present. I fain would stay its cravings by quaffing a beaker of mountain-distilled hair-curler.
'E must've come aboard by the engine-room gangway, sir, and climbed into that locker near the barber shop." The problem of stowaways is familiar enough to shipmasters. "Send him up to me," said the Captain. A few minutes later Gissing appeared, escorted by a burly quartermaster. Even the experienced Captain admitted to himself that this was something new in the category of stowaways.
'Lord! says somebody 'twas Withrow himself 'but if that don't look like the ghost of Maurice Blake's vessel! 'Yes, hollers back the skipper and they must've been some surprised to hear him 'and the ghost'll be with you to-morrow in the race. Yes, the skipper says, 'and we're all ready for it.
"At laste I thought it was but Hannigan that come over in it says it's a boat. 'Ye must've had a grand time, says I, 'in this floatin' palace, atin' ye'er fill iv sumchuse food an' gazin' at th' beautifully jooled ladies, says I. 'Ah, says I, 'th' wondhers iv science that cud put together a conthrivance th' like iv that, says I. 'It's a boat, says he.
He hated to lie, and made a resolution that he would make a clean breast to Shorty at some more convenient time. It was not opportune now. "That must've bin a sockdologer of a dose the Surgeon gave me," he muttered to himself. Shorty continued to writhe and howl, and Si made a hypocritical offer of going for the Surgeon, but Shorty vetoed that emphatically. "No; blast old Sawbones," he said.
Shorty was sitting in front of the house bathing his aching feet. The man stopped before him, and looked compassionately at his swollen pedals. "Your feet are in a very bad way, my man," he said sadly. "Yes, durn 'em," said Shorty impatiently. "I don't seem to git 'em well nohow. Must've got 'em pizened when I was runnin' through the briars."
And by and by a few did, but me saying nothing to any of them, only sitting over to a table in a corner with a little bit of supper, and thinking that it was going to be a blue kind of Christmas for me, and a blue Christmas at home, too, for by this time Gloucester must've got the news of the seizure of the Aurora, and somebody'd surely passed the word to the wife.
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