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Striking off when he neared the mill, he approached it cautiously, and halted amidst some trees, whence he had a view of the mill-door. He was waiting for the boy, David Ripper. Fully convinced by the lad's manner at the inquest that he had not told all he knew, but was keeping something back in fear, Mr. Pike, for reasons of his own, resolved to come at it if he could.
"It will not take long," declared the young engineer. "It's only a few miles." The Ripper proved worthy of her name, for she fairly "ripped" through the waves, and, in a short time, was so close to the derelict that they had to slow up. "Put us up under the port quarter," advised Mr. De Vere. "Luckily there is not much of a swell on, and we can easily get aboard as she sets low in the water.
A small wool hat rested on the top of his nose, for so his scanty strip of forehead might be called, and the skirts of his black coat fluttered out almost to the horse's tail. Such was the appearance of Ichabod and his steed as they shambled out of the gate of Hans Van Ripper, and it was altogether such an apparition as is seldom to be met with in broad daylight.
"Oh, the old man had some work for me, of course. What a beastly night. Where's Whitley?" He tried to speak carelessly, but his eyes wavered and his hands trembled as he unbuttoned his heavy coat. "You're right; this storm's a ripper. Jim will be back in a minute; he just stepped down to the corner drug-store to see a man.
"Don't you want to go ashore, boys?" called Mr. Blowitz. "I guess we'd better," murmured Bob. "The water is quite deep except for the place where the Ripper went on the rocks." "The motor boat will stay there all right until high tide," the man went on. "Better anchor her well, however, it might come on to blow." Jerry attended to this, throwing over a strong anchor which was aboard.
I thought I was kinder showin' my nerve. Naow I know I didn't show much of anything but foolishness. Barney, I'm married. I've got one of the finest little women that ever stood in shoe leather. And the kid by gum! the kid's a ripper! Together me and yeou have made a pretty good thing in that railroad business. I was brung up on a farm in Vermont. It was called a pretty good farm, too.
The house was a shabby frame affair, large for a farmhouse, with porticoes and pillars in Southern style. They found the Darnells with the Falkners in the living-room. Tom Darnell was reading an Elizabethan play aloud, rolling out the verse in resounding declamation, punctuated by fervid appreciation, "God! but that's fine!" "Hear this thing sing." "Just listen to this ripper." "O God!
This is a cod and haddock ground at seasons when these fish are in shoal water, but it is best for cod in winter and spring and for haddock in the fall, from November 1 to January 1. Old Ripper. Apparently this is a part of the Western Ground. Crie Ridges.
The poor creature was literally hacked to pieces in a manner suggesting the hand of Jack the Ripper, but in this instance the murderer, unlike Jack, was caught red-handed, and turned out to be no less a person than Carleton Barker. He was tried and convicted, and sentenced to be hanged at twelve o'clock to-day.
This was very evident, for, as the Ripper was laboring through the waves, the other vessel kept in her wake, and seemed to be overhauling the motor boat. "Well, it's a free country; I suppose they have a right to be here," spoke Jerry. "Yes," said Mr. De Vere, watching the tug through the glasses, "but I don't like their actions." "Why not? Do you think " began Jerry.
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