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I bet 'Rast thinks it's pretty doggone cold up there by your gate." "Poor 'Rast! His mother should keep him indoors on nights like this." Ed laughed loud and long and a tingle of happiness shot through his erstwhile shivering frame. "I'm not a bit cold," she went on. "See feel my hand. I'm not even wearing mittens." Ed Higgins gingerly clasped the little hand, but it was withdrawn at once.
He's as able-bodied as I am. Every woman in town took soup to him this noon. He needs a good stiff drink of whiskey and a committee to cheer him up. I took a bottle up to 'Rast Little last night and he acted like another man." At last it was decided that a committee should first wait on Anderson, ascertaining his wishes in the premises, and then proceed to get at the bottom of the mystery.
At least a dozen men, including Alf Reesling, heard this threat, and not one of them was to forget it soon. Anderson Crow noticed that Mrs. Holabird's bob-sled drove away without either Miss Banks or 'Rast Little in its capacious depths. Miss Banks announced that her three friends from the city and she would stay behind and close the schoolhouse, putting everything in order.
Hopkins, contemptuously. "The girl's too pert and forward for anything. I told 'Rast not to fool with her, or she'd make him trouble." "Did you, now!" exclaimed the man, wonderingly. "Yes, indeed," said Mrs. Hopkins, pleased to have made an impression. "I suspected there was something wrong about her the morning she came to the house here. And she changed her name, too, as brassy as you please."
"Why, 'Rast and I haven't come to a definite settlement yet. I ought to get a hundred dollars out of this campaign, but 'Rast thinks fifty is enough. You see, he plans on my support anyhow, and don't like to spend more than he's obliged to." "Why does he plan on your support?" "He's the only live one in the game, Mr. Merrick.
There was a grim smile of amusement on his shrewd face. "Of all the easy marks I ever encountered," muttered Mr. Marshall, "this young Forbes is the easiest. Why, he's a fool, that's what he is. He might have had that forged check for the face of it, if he'd been sharp. You wouldn't catch 'Rast Hopkins doing such a fool stunt. Not in a thousand years!"
There are ten bars of introduction: in the eleventh, to the Dutchman theme, Senta sings the "Yo-ho-ho"; at the fifteenth, with a glorious swing and rush she dashes into the ballad "Traft ihr das Schiff im Meere an, Blutroth die Segel, schwarz der Mast? Auf hohem Bord der bleiche Mann, Des Schilfes Herr, wacht ohne Rast." This consists of eight bars a four-bar section repeated.
She wore a light blue veil drawn tightly over her face, so that if the smile with which she greeted me rather lacked intensity I could account for it partly by that. "Well, we're getting on we're getting on," I said cheerfully, looking at the friendly twinkling sea. "Are we going very fast?" "Not fast, but steadily. Ohne Hast, ohne Rast do you know German?" "Well, I've studied it some."
If the thing was discovered it would mean prison for both of us." "Fiddlesticks!" cried the irascible Hopkins. "These things are done every day, and no one's the wiser for it. It's merely a part of the political game." "I'm afraid, 'Rast," said Dr. Squiers. "Honest Injun, I'm afraid." "What are you 'fraid of? I've got the other clerks all fixed, and they'll stand by us.
Softly she slid into the outer room and sank into a chair. "But you're the clerk of the election, Squiers; you can't deny that," Hopkins was saying in a blustering, imperious voice. "That's true enough," answered the dentist, more calmly. "Then you've got the registration books in your possession." "I admit that," was the reply. "But you're asking me to incriminate myself, 'Rast.
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