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Updated: May 13, 2025
He say that Mercure give him rendezvous at some temple tomorrow when the moon raise herself." "Right," cried Gerald, "righto!
"Lead your motorcycle noiselessly up that rise of ground," he directed, "and when you get there keep your eyes wide open." "What for?" demanded the boy. "For whatever comes in sight," replied Ned. "Keep the line of vision from this house to whatever may be beyond unimpaired if it is possible to do so. If you observe anything unusual, report to me." "All righto!" cried the boy.
He might as well go the limit with the bluff he was playing. "Sure. I'll help you make a fourth o' July outa the kegs. Lead me to 'em." "You don't know where they are, of course?" "In the gully, you said," Morse replied innocently "So I did. Righto. Down you go, then." The constable turned to Barney. "You next, friend." A well-defined trail led down the steep side of the gulch.
Righto! ... Sit down, Hunterleys. Smoke or do whatever you want to. We'll be off to the yacht in no time." Hunterleys clapped the young giant on the shoulders as he rushed through to the bathroom. "You're a brick, Richard," he declared. "I'll wait for you down in the hall. I've a pal there." "I'll be down in twenty minutes or earlier," Lane promised. "What a lark!" The breaking up of Mr.
He gave his hat a little twist and stepped back into the taxi. "I will give my father your message," she told him, as the door opened to receive her. "Righto!" Burton replied. "Leicester Square, cabby!" There was considerable excitement in Laurence Avenue when a few mornings later Mr. Alfred Burton, in a perfectly appointed motor-car, drew up before the door of Clematis Villa.
"Yo ho!" answered the voice of the singer, and approached booming: Shorty loomed in the doorway and caught his hand to his forehead in a nautical salute. He had one bad eye, and now it squinted as villainously as if he were the real Sam'l Hall. "Righto sir. What'll you have, mate?" "Don't mate me, you igner'nt sweepin' of the South Sea, but trot up some red-eye and gallop."
Roy's nonchalance, though plucky, was not quite convincing. "Righto! I'll head him off. He isn't keen to knock up against me." A pause. "How about sitting down my way at meals? You don't look awfully gay at your end." "I'm not. It would be ripping." "Good. We'll hang together, eh? Because of India; because we both belong in a different way.
Just wait there; or two or three of you might come in with lanterns to meet me." "Suppose you're not there?" I said, all trembling. "Well, if I'm not there, you'll know I'm with Skinny anyway, and if anybody ever digs up our bones, they won't know who's who. Hurry up now. Beat it. And remember you're a scout" "But suppose " "You leave that to me," he said. "All righto, so long," I heard him say.
"But if you should happen by any chance to come across one, I wouldn't mind being along." "Righto," said Dick emphatically. "Same here," echoed Tom. "Hopeless cases," said Mr. Melton quizzically, shaking his head. "I suppose there's no use arguing with you. I was that way once myself, but I've learned now to keep out of trouble as much as I can."
So I just said, "Righto," and we started following the old creek bed, till pretty soon the bushes were so thick that we hit up north of it a little ways and hiked straight over to the houseboat. When we got to the house-boat we lowered the skiff and rowed across to Catskill and mailed the letters. Then we went up the street for a couple of sodas.
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