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"When you put it that way, Captain, how could I refuse?" he asked. "I'll cooperate, not to help you, but to help the fatherland." The moonlight showed a gleam in Norden's deep-set eyes that Taylor did not like. They moved to a wooded spot in a nearby field. There was a feeling of semi-security as they settled down to rest under the trees. Orkins' moans of fear were silenced by sleep.
Masters, Pember and Norden watched the roaring flame. "We'll never escape them!" Orkins moaned. "They'll find us sooner or later. They can sense us." "They're not infallible," Taylor said. "Remember I got away from them in the tunnel." He turned knowingly toward the others. "Perhaps, if we dug a cave " "Sure!" said Masters. "It's a good idea." "Yes, sir!" Pember said with a nod.
Why, it's knowed dreckly all round Mile End the werry 'ome of lorst dorgs and that there dorg, find him when you wool, why, he ain't worth more'n fourteen bob, sir. Now, 'ow d'ye 'count for that, sir?" "You've seen him, then?" "Not I," says Sam, unmoved even by a twitch; "but I knows a party as 'as, and it ain't likely, Mr. Orkins, as you'll get 'im by orferin' a price like that, for why?
There 'e is; see 'im? That's Orkins!" I need not say I was frequently spoken of in this complimentary manner by persons who had been introduced to me at the Bar. I was once leading a little fox terrier with a string, because on several occasions he had given me the slip and caused me to be a little late in court. I led him, therefore, in the leash until he knew his duty.
"Something wrong with the power, I guess." "I know what it was," Taylor said gruffly. He turned to the disarmed sentry. "Has anyone come out of here since the factory stopped working?" "Nobody but him, sir," the soldier said, jerking his thumb at the sobbing man huddled against Norden. "He said his name was Orkins Jim Orkins. He works in the warehouse.
He pulled his trench tool from his pack and handed it to Orkins. "Maybe you'd like to dig, Mr. Orkins. It'll keep your mind off them things." Orkins seized the small shovel almost instantly. Taylor half-smiled. He had made the suggestion for Orkins' benefit. The cave probably would never be finished. One deep enough to offer a refuge for five men could hardly be dug in a practical length of time.
This same British public, which not long before had "yah! yah'd!" at me, now came forward with true British hoorays and bravos. "'Orkins for ever!" "Hooray for Orkins!" "Bravo, Orkins!" "Hooray! a hooray! Hooray for Wagga Wagga!"
"Lookee 'ere," says Gale, "I didn't know it wur the Judge doin' me the honour to tear my flower-beds to pieces. I bin workin' at these 'ere beds for months, and here they are spilt in a minit; but I tell ee what, Orkins or no Orkins, he ain't gwine to play hell with my flower-beds like that 'ere. If he wants the ground for public improvement, as you call it, well, you can take it under the Act.
He expected to feel the jerk of the electric shock of the feeler. Instead, the sphere drifted on. The eyes had not seen. A moment later flame streaked down from the sphere toward the parking lot. There was a roar as a gasoline tank exploded and flame shot skyward. "There goes the battery!" Taylor muttered. The others were roused by the explosion. Orkins sobbed hysterically.
"A proper place for the whole lot of you, Sam." "But, excuse me, Mr. Orkins, sir, that's for future occasions.
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