Still holding the man by the collar, he pushed him before him through the office, and gave him a final thust out of the outer door. Bartley returned to his room in a white heat: "Miserable tipsy rascal!" he panted; "I wonder who has set him on to this thing." Bird stood pale and silent, still, nolding the crumpled scrap of paper in his hand.

And Jasper, looking in the direction indicated, saw a frock-coated man standing like a rock where the streams of humanity broke and surged to the right and to the left. By some maneuvering, Jasper managed in time to confront this man. "Pipes," he panted anxiously he was reduced now to the single word. "Annex; second floor. Elevator to your right."

And that's the fastest sail-boat he could hire there, isn't it?" I replied that it was. He seized me by the shoulder and began dragging me up the bank. "What are you going to do?" I cried, shaking myself loose. "We've got to get on the Maria and run for it," he panted. "There is no time to be lost." He had reached the top of the bank and was running towards the group at the tents.

"Push us ashore, Dick!" he panted, and understanding the movement perfectly, the elder brother did as desired. Soon all three gained a point from which Tom could wade to the river bank with ease. It was an anxious pair that bent over Sam, who rested on his back with his eyes closed. But the youngest Rover was not allowed to remain long in that position.

Frank knew all the time that he was pitted against a hard man, and so his muscles were strained and his nerves were taut. "Now, fresh, we'll see what we can do for you," Browning said, as he made a mighty effort to land Frank on his back. "You are very kind," laughed Merriwell. "I will not forget your kindness." "You are not the only one," panted Browning. "There are others."

"What SHE thinks so 'go and dress the young lady! But it's something!" she panted. Then she thought out the rest. "If he won't have her, why she'll have YOU. She'll be the one." "The one to keep me abroad?" "The one to give you a home." Mrs. Wix saw further; she mastered all the portents. "Oh she's cruelly clever! It's not a moral sense." She reached her climax: "It's a game!" "A game?"

She stayed her pacing, and passed her hand across her face. "'Tis like a nightmare," she said "as if one dreamed, and choked, and panted, and would scream aloud, but could not. I cannot! I must not! Would that I might shriek, and dash myself upon the floor, and beat my head upon it until I lay as he does."

Thus threatened, Vespasian panted out his tale; he had discovered this nigger, as he persisted in calling the Hindoo, eternally prowling about the good captain's door, and asking stupid questions: he had watched him, and, on the surgeon coming out with the good news that the captain was better, in had crawled "this yar abominable egotisk."

It's jest this I'm goin' to say: I don't know whether you know how my son feels about it or not. I don't know how open he's been with you. Do you know jest why he quit you?" Evelina shook her head. "No," she panted "I don't I never knew. He said it was his duty." "Duty can get to be an idol of wood and stone, an' I don't know but Thomas's is," said the old man. "Well, I'll tell you.

Waugh and Miss Frewin with their heads on one side and their shocked, grieved faces. You smiled at them as you panted, but they wouldn't smile back. Their grief was too great. They would never get over it. You began to watch for the Indian mail. One day the letter came. You read blunt, jerky sentences that told you Mark had died suddenly, in the mess room, of heart failure.