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"Sure thing, Oscar old hoss, but when you do it'll be feet first, for I'm fixed to fill your carcass so full o' lead it wouldn't need any cannon ball to sink you if you died at sea. So mind your step, Mister Pilot jest been gettin' my hand in so far, but what's comin' next'll be a whole lot different, bet your boots!"
Once more came the long-drawn "Too oo, too oo, oo, oo!" for a crossing. "The next'll tell," said the chief tensely "for the crossing this side of the station, or " It came. It was the crossing. But the next instant from the mist shot up a lurid flare. From the windows rose a cry. Higher leaped the flames. And suddenly across the quiet morning air came a long series of quick sharp toots.
But of course most of the profit is made from the way-passengers who only ride a short distance. A car was at that moment approaching, but it seemed pretty crowded. "Shall we take that, or wait for another?" asked Frank. "The next'll most likely be as bad," said Dick. The boys accordingly signalled to the conductor to stop, and got on the front platform.
The mother began again, "Eh, that little thing has suffered summat," said she, wiping her eyes; "an', as aw towd yo before, aw expect another every day. They're born nake't, an' th' next'll ha' to remain so, for aught that aw con see. But, aw dar not begin o' thinkin' abeawt it. It would drive me crazy. We han a little lad o' mi sister's livin' wi' us. Aw had to tak' him when his mother deed.
From Mut-mut's revolver Dick sent a bullet which threw up the dust at Melchard's feet. "Two inches to the right of your feet." He fired again. Again the little puff of dust. "An inch and a half to the left of your feet," he sang out cheerfully. "The next'll be half-way between and three feet higher. Put down your gun." Melchard produced his automatic and dropped it. "Kick it away from you."
The same moment Roxton exclaimed so coolly as to amaze me, forgetting how men must come to regard familiar things without discomposure "He's gone! I said so. The next'll have better luck, I hope." That man came ashore alive, though. All were forward of the foremast. The bowsprit, when I looked through Roxton's telescope, was shapeless as with a swarm of bees.
"Remember that the Scriptures say, beware of the scarlet woman." Daniel galloped away, whooping like an idiot. "Wall, there she is," my friend Jenks remarked non-committally. "What next'll happen, we'll see in the mornin'. Either she goes on or she goes back. I don't claim to read Mormon sign, myself. But she had me jumpin' sideways, for a spell. So did that young whelp."
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