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As much as she was interested in Jerry Sheming, she did not like to think she was stirring up trouble for her school-mate's father. Just then the outer door of the inn opened and a man entered, stamping the snow from his boots upon the wire mat. "S-s-t!" said Preston, his eyes twinkling. "Here's Rufus Blent himself." It seemed that Mrs.
In a little while his colleague's "S-s-t!" stopped him, and a slight crack of a finger against a thumb called him to the door, which was open again. Explanation was needless. Hilton Fenley, like the other watchers, hearing the creaking of window and shutters, had looked out from his own darkened room.
As he stood so the pacing figure halted a moment before the opening. "S-s-t!" it whispered; "warn Ma'amselle!" then walked away. Swift on the words another figure crept noiselessly to the lodge door. "M'sieu," said Edmonton Ridgar, beneath his breath, "give me the factor's shoulders. Do you take his feet and follow, softly, for your life. Bring the maid."
It was also the third and worst night of the gale, and Bowen, restless, homesick, was on deck to see it. She leaped and strained as she had leaped and strained ten thousand times before and then they writhed, those chains, like a stricken rattlesnake, for perhaps three seconds, and S-s-t! quick as that they went whistling into the boiling sea.
Visions of Beatrice, Nebraska, swarmed his memory. They were pleasant visions, made doubly alluring by the thought that the realities of them might never again be for him. He turned once more toward the sounds of pursuit the men upon his track could not be over a square away there was not an instant to be lost. And then from above him, upon the opposite side of the alley, came a low: "S-s-t!"
She did not venture to look around, but above the clack of the machine she could hear an occasional remark. She could also note a thing or two out of the side of her eye. "Did you see Harry last night?" said the girl at her left, addressing her neighbour. "No." "You ought to have seen the tie he had on. Gee, but he was a mark." "S-s-t," said the other girl, bending over her work.
Barney looked up. Very dimly he could see the dark outline of a window some dozen feet from the pavement, and framed within it the lighter blotch that might have been a human face. Again came the challenging: "S-s-t!" Yes, there was someone above, signaling to him. "S-s-t!" replied Barney.
Thrice I had been aroused thus, when, on the borderland between dreams and waking, a voice reached my ear. "S-s-t! What was that?" I sprang up, wide-awake, revolver in hand. It was Lockhart who spoke. We all strained our ears to listen. There was nothing to be heard but the moan of the wind and the dash of water. "What was it?" I whispered. "I don't know." "I heard nothing."
She did not venture to look around, but above the clack of the machine she could hear an occasional remark. She could also note a thing or two out of the side of her eye. " Did you see Harry last night?" said the girl at her left, addressing her neighbor " No." " You ought to have seen the tie he had on. Gee, but he was a mark." " S-s-t," said the other girl, bending over her work.
At the same moment Ben laid something upon the table. "Ah," exclaimed Peter, "I forgot my other errand. Your sister ran off so quickly today that Madame van Gleck had no opportunity to give her the case for her skates." "S-s-t!" said Dame Brinker, shaking her head reproachfully at Gretel. "She was a very rude girl, I'm sure."
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