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"Not many are there who would have attacked a man who held a rifle pointed at his breast. You are a brave man, sir." Unthinkingly, Stubbs clasped the hand and a moment later gave a howl of pain. "Hey! Leggo my hand!" he cried. "Ouch!"
"Pass to one side," advised Joe. "We can't do him any good." "Poor fellow!" murmured Charlie. "Ouch!" he suddenly exclaimed, in louder tones than any they had heretofore used. "Quiet!" hissed Blake. "What's the matter?" "A big rat ran right over my legs," answered Macaroni. "Well, if he didn't bite you what are you yelling about?" demanded Joe.
Arnfinn, after a minute's silence, repeated his remark, whereupon his fair cousin wrenched his cane out of his hand, and held it threateningly over his head. "Will you be a good boy and listen?" she exclaimed, playfully emphasizing each word with a light rap on his curly pate. "Ouch! that hurts," cried Arnfinn, and dodged.
Then he went to sleep in his easy chair, but he was suddenly awakened by hearing the bungalow clock strike one. Then, as he sat up and rubbed his eyes with his paws, Uncle Wiggily heard a thumping noise on the hall floor and a little voice squeaked out: "Ouch! I've hurt my leg! Oh, dear!" "My! I wonder what that can be? It seemed to come out of my clock," spoke Mr. Longears.
I must call auntie." "No never mind. It'll be over by and by, maybe. Don't call anybody." "But I must! DON'T groan so, Tom, it's awful. How long you been this way?" "Hours. Ouch! Oh, don't stir so, Sid, you'll kill me." "Tom, why didn't you wake me sooner? Oh, Tom, DON'T! It makes my flesh crawl to hear you. Tom, what is the matter?" When I'm gone " "Oh, Tom, you ain't dying, are you?
Winthrop ejaculated a mental "Ouch!" Simplicity did not necessarily mean stupidity. "Do you enjoy mining the real work out there in the desert, Mr. Winthrop?" "I could enjoy anything in company with Overland." "Of course. Do you think people who have lots of money are apt to be cynical?" she asked. "Not more so than people without money.
At last they flung their cloaks around them, as their servants announced their carriage for the third time. "Such an evening!" moaned Von Engel. It might mean anything! Bee bit her lip. "I was never more loath to leave. Promise that you will be here when we return. It will only be ten days! Promise us!" "I hardly think " began Jimmie, but Bee trod on his foot. "Ouch!" said Jimmie, fiercely.
"It will be no use telling anyone about this even if we do get out of here, they'll say that we have had a rarebit dream." "That's so," assented Lathrop, "and honestly, Billy, are you sure we are awake?" "Sure," replied the reporter giving himself a vicious pinch, and exclaiming "Ouch!" But there was no time to talk further.
"I think it would be much better if you could come into the water and show us," said Susie. "Yes, of course it would," admitted Uncle Wiggily Longears. "Of course it would, my dear, only you see ouch! Oh, me! Oh, my!" and poor Uncle Wiggily Longears wrinkled his nose and made it twinkle like a star on a frosty night, and he wiggled his ears to and fro.
Greg, tear off some of the paper to stuff under the logs. Hurry! Then I'll lay the fire. Tom, you and Harry bring the logs closer." Some nearly burned bits of log lay in the broad fireplace under the chimney. Dave bent over to lift these charred bits out. Three or four he tossed back of him. Then suddenly he stiffened up, sticking a finger in his mouth. "Ouch!" he grunted.
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