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Nan touched it, barely grasped it, just and no more, as they were swung seawards. It was enough. It pulled them to the rock's side. Again Nan wriggled and scrambled up, and then they dragged Kay heavily after them as he fainted.
One of the masons lowered himself into the pool, and thrusting an arm beneath the ore-weed, began to grope. "He's pinned here. The rock's right on top of him." Taffy examined the rock. It weighed fifteen tons if an ounce; but there were fresh and deep scratches upon it.
"He has to put one up, but it's pretty liable to be 'straw. Fellows like him generally have a strangle-hold on a little place like this and they are pretty sure of their ground before they shoot. The chances are Rock's in the clear with a 'dummy' or else his property is all under cover. I'm going to make it my business to look the old fellow up and see how he's fixed.
Hardy have been friends for over twenty years, and mamma is Rock's godmother?" "How do you know?" "Mamma told me. I asked her how she came to know Rock's mother, and she said she used to know her when she was a little girl like me and when they were young ladies they were great friends. Then mamma was married and came here, and Rock's mother was married and went to California.
"I am not alarmed," she said, and then she was silent. A few days later, I found her sitting on the floor in the library, reading a book she had taken from one of the lower shelves. It was a book of Sir Shadwell Rock's on the heredity of vice. I took it from her gently, remarking as I did so: "I would rather you did not read these things just now, Evadne."
"The reason I asked," she went on, playing with her uncle's watch chain, "is, that I heard papa say the other day, 'I am so glad for dear old Heath." "He has reason to be," responded her uncle. "Dimple, how should you like a new aunt and cousin?" "Oh, uncle! Is it Rock?" "Well, not Rock altogether," laughed he. "Rock's mother, as well." "Please tell me, Uncle Heath." "So I will, little girl.
The Professor threw down a large fragment of rock. Seconds elapsed and we heard no splash. The unseen surface was too far below for the noise of the rock's fall to carry on up to us. "The mystery of this ball of earth on which we live!" murmured the Professor. "Here is this enormous underground body of water. We are far below sea level. Where, then, is it flowing? What does it empty into?
Gregory left yesterday for a protracted stay in the deep-sea fishing grounds." His firm was very desirous of having him return with the cash which was sore needed at the present time. Collecting the claim would be quite a feather in his cap. Rock's statements concerning the Fish Cannery, he noticed, were somewhat contradictory. But that was up to Rock.
To get the flowers you climb the mountain to one side, and, balancing on the rock's thin edge, slip down by roots and past rattlesnake dens till you hang out over the water and reach for them. To avoid snakes it is best to go when it is cool, at daybreak. I know but one other place in this southwest corner of Virginia where there is another bush of purple rhododendron, and one bush only is there.
On the other hand, the Buff Rock matures about a month earlier than the logy, slow-growing breeds, and so gets a good start before the cold and eggless weather comes. And such an egg! There are white eggs and brown eggs, large and small eggs, but only one ideal egg the Buff Rock's.
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