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Now, it so fell out that Pauline Rutter, a niece of De Decker, came at this time to stay with her uncle at Amsterdam, and as I was a frequent visitor at De Decker's house, I often met her.
"I will," gaped Rutter. "Without a clock to ring an alarm?" "Humph! Any real backwoods engineer can wake up in twenty minutes if he sets his mind on it," retorted Jack. This was a fact, though it was the first that Tom or Harry had heard of it. "See the time?" called Rutter, holding out his watch. "Twenty minutes of one. I'll call you at one o'clock -see if I don't."
And over here is the admiral on the veranda, playing it's a quarter deck. And here the great portrait Andrew Rutter with a profaning arm over the admiral's shoulder. The old ladies make their complaints to Mr. Rutter in softer tones after seeing that picture." "And this?" asked Magee, moving farther from the group by the fire. "A precious one I wonder they leave it here in winter.
George?" St. George paused in his talk with Mr. Kennedy and Latrobe and raised his head: "Well, Richard?" "I was just saying to young Rutter here, that perhaps Mr. Poe has been called suddenly to Richmond and has sent you a note which has not reached you." "Or he might be ill," suggested Harry in his anxiety to leave no loophole through which the poet could escape.
If there is a stake like that cached around the Stone, these land pirates will camp mighty close on the trail of anybody that goes looking for it. And it won't be any Sunday-school picnic dealing with them they showed a strong hand there," he motioned to the place where Rutter lay. "The best thing we can do," he continued, "is to drag it for Pend d' Oreille, afoot. We have two extra horses there.
And from a man who lunges at every shot and makes a 75-yard approach with a brassie Well, it was nothing short of maddening. I kept my temper, though. Can't say that my friend Ellins did. He had sliced into a trap on his drive, while I had topped mine short. We started the first hole with our heads down. Rutter and Staples were a trifle ostentatious with their cheerfulness.
Tomorrow or the day after the camp will be moved forward." "How long before that train will be here?" Tom wanted to know. "Probably ten minutes," guessed Rutter. "Then I'm going to see if I can't find some little stream such as I've passed this morning," Tom went on. "I want to wash before I'm introduced to clean food." "I'll go along presently," nodded Harry to his chum.
Soon after their arrival in the city, they were introduced into sympathetic sorrow on account of the death of John Rutter, whose guests they were, and who was suddenly removed, by an accident, from time to eternity. This event is described in a letter from John Yeardley to his sister R. S. Bath, 9 mo. 24, 1841.
"We may tell you that, when you tell us what in God's name you've done, Rutter!" "Done? What have I done?" The unhappy wretch came out into the light with bloodshot, blinking eyes, and a bloody shirt-front. "You know you've seen but I'll tell you if you like. I've killed a robber; that's all. I've killed a robber, a usurer, a jackal, a blackmailer, the cleverest and the cruellest villain unhung.
"He'll have to come over here and take real charge. I'm going to send a messenger to the telegraph station and wire Mr. Howe to come here at once." "See here, Rutter," blazed Tom insistently, "Mr Howe is in charge of the construction forces. He's laying the bed and the tracks.
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