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"Mister Schouler's got an awful quick temper, but he ain't afraid of anything." "All ready!" shouted Ryer. This time Marcus was more careful. Twice, as McTeague rushed at him, he slipped cleverly away. But as the dentist came in a third time, with his head bowed, Marcus, raising himself to his full height, caught him with both arms around the neck.
They could count on pleasant weather at this time of the year it was May and that particular Tuesday was all that could be desired. The party assembled at the ferry slip at nine o'clock, laden with baskets. The McTeagues came last of all; Ryer and his wife had already boarded the boat. They met the Heises in the waiting-room. "Hello, Doctor," cried the harness-maker as the McTeagues came up.
When he ploughed, he drove his horses close to the edge next to the water, so as to make use of every half inch of land. When sometimes bits of fen land, from his neighbor's farms, got loose and floated on the water, Ryer felt he was in luck. He would go out at night, grapple the boggy stuff and fasten it to his own land.
LISTEN to me, will you?" "Oh, Mac, Mac," cried Trina, running to her husband. "Mac, dear, listen; it's me, it's Trina, look at me, you " "Get hold of his other arm, will you, Ryer?" panted Heise. "Quick!" "Mac, Mac," cried Trina, her arms about his neck. "For God's sake, hold up, Doc, will you?" shouted the harness-maker. "You don't want to kill him, do you?" Mrs.
The smell of cows and cheese and of burning peat fires from the chimneys made both animals and human beings happy, as the wind blew the island westward to the village. Curiously enough, this was the very place at which, by hard rowing, Ryer and Pete had also arrived.
At the bar Heise and Ryer ordered cocktails, Marcus called for a "creme Yvette" in order to astonish the others. The dentist spoke for a glass of beer. "Say, look here," suddenly exclaimed Heise as they took their glasses. "Look here, you fellahs," he had turned to Marcus and the dentist.
At last, after several days, and when Ryer and his son were nearly finished, with fatigue and fright, in trying to row their boat to catch up with the runaway farm, they finally reached a village across the Zuyder Zee, in North Holland, where rye bread and turnips satisfied their hunger and they had waffles for dessert.
He had on his yellow baggy trousers and his hair, of the same color, was cut level with his ears. Half out of breath, he announced the coming, afloat, of what looked like a combination of farm and menagerie. A house, a woman, some girls, a dog, a cat, and a stork were on it and afloat. At once, old man Ryer, still stiff from his long, cold bath, hobbled out, and Pete ran before him.
Instantly his face flamed and he glanced over furiously at the dentist, who, catching his eye, began again to mutter behind his mustache. "Well, say," began Mrs. Ryer, with some hesitation, looking to Ryer for approval, "why can't Marcus come along with us?" "Why, of course," exclaimed Mrs. Heise, disregarding her husband's vigorous nudges.
After this had happened several times, and Ryer had added a half acre to his holdings, his greed possessed him like a bad fairy. He began to steal the land on the other side of the Zuyder Zee. In the course of time, he became a regular land thief. Whenever he saw, or heard of, a floating bit of territory, he rowed his boat after it by night.
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