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A month later Mr. Skinner stepped into Cappy's sanctum. "Well," he announced. "I've got a return cargo for the Retriever." "What have you got?" Cappy demanded anxiously; and Mr. Skinner told him. "No?" said Cappy incredulously. "Yes!" Mr. Skinner assured him. Cappy's laughter testified to his hearty approval. "Skinner, my dear boy," he cried. "I don't know what I'd do without you."
A moment after, and straight down the lane towards her tore a large retriever; his mouth was open and covered with foam, and he kept making snaps at the air as he rushed along. After him came two men and some boys. 'Out of the way! they shouted; 'he's mad! Poor little Betty stood in the middle of the lane, quite petrified.
Gravely and without a smile he watched the Cossacks unharnessing their horses, lighting a fire and arranging the officers' kit. He walked up to the sentry who was standing near the treasure chest, a big, grey-eyed Cossack with a great tuft of fair hair, and the expression of a faithful retriever, and in a tone of indescribable contempt, Chun Wa said "Ping!"
The Tsar now asked the sixth Simeon: "What art will you learn?" and he replied in like manner: "Sire, I will follow no art, but when my fifth brother has shot a bird in the air I will catch it before it falls to the ground, and bring it to your Majesty." "Bravo!" said the Tsar; "you will serve in the field as well as a retriever."
Still, she was not ill enough to lose interest in all that was going on, and used to insist upon the others telling her everything that happened outside who made the biggest score at cricket, what flowers were out in her own straggling patch of garden, how many eggs the fowls laid a day, how the guinea-pigs and canaries were progressing, and what was the very latest thing in clothes or boots the new retriever puppy had devoured.
That was Roy's foolish fancy as he lay full length, to the obvious detriment of his moral backbone chin cupped in the hollow of his hands. Close beside him lay Prince, his golden retriever; so close that he could feel the dog's warm body through his thin shirt.
I was much interested in the account of the friendship that existed between the young retriever and the donkey whom he released by gnawing the rope. The little incident I send of another retriever may also interest your readers. A friend of mine had a pet canary, while her brother was the owner of a retriever that was also much petted.
Master Bob having come down flop on top of him as he was trying to clamber out, had in the first instance somewhat obscured his faculties; and the subsequent appearance of Dick on the scene, as he was just recovering from this douche, did not tend to make matters clearer to the retriever, whose eyes and ears were full of water, besides being moreover tired out by his previous exertions.
When the girl appeared Cappy Ricks dictated this wire: Captain Matthew Peasley, Master Barkentine Retriever, Colman Dock, Seattle, Washington. Are you drunk, dead or asleep? You have your orders. Obey them P.D.Q. or turn over command to Chief Mate Murphy. Alden P. Ricks. "There!" he shrilled. "I've signed my name to it.
Bring him back to Grays Harbor with you; and then, if you feel so inclined, you may apply the tip of your number twenty-four sea boot where it will do the most good; in fact, I should prefer it. But by all means see to it that he completes his contract with the barkentine Retriever." "Aye skoll see to it," Ole promised fervently. "I thank you, captain.
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