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"Though we all own as quite true," said Captain Horton, "that we don't see how you could have acted differently; eh, Sandars?" "Yes, yes, of course. But, hang it all, Long, how could you go and get into such a confounded pickle? It's too bad, sir, 'pon my soul, sir; it is too bad much too bad." "Are we to be under arrest, sir?" said Bob Roberts, rather blankly.
What do you say, Captain Horton?" "I quite agree with you, Major Sandars," said the captain stiffly. "What the dickens have we been doing?" thought Bob; and then he stared hard at the resident, and wished heartily that Rachel Linton's father had not been chosen to give him what he felt sure was a setting down for some reason or another.
You do not seem to realise, young gentleman, that your act to-day has fired a train. Besides which, it is a question of such import that I must make it the basis of a special despatch to the colonial secretary at Whitehall." Bob Roberts turned round and stared at Tom Long, but the latter was staring at Major Sandars.
At the same time, a still more profitable class of labourers was at work—first, men like Stephenson, who were engaged in improving the locomotive and making it a practicable and economical working power; and next, those like Edward Pease of Darlington, and Joseph Sandars of Liverpool, who were organising the means of laying down the railways. Mr.
No sooner had the news been given to Mr Linton of the approach of the sultan's boat than a signal was hoisted, whose effect was that the captain's gig was lowered down, and he arrived at the stage directly after, joining Major Sandars who had been fetched by an orderly, both officers being in full uniform.
He had several times over been looking at his gun, and thinking that it would carry a bullet as well as a rifle, and wishing that he could have game to try it. But soon afterwards he encountered pleasant Mrs Major Sandars. "Ah! Mr Long," she cried, "I've just been seeing Miss Linton and Miss Sinclair.
The long, hot day passed on, and evening was approaching before the doctor took anything more than a glass of wine and water and a biscuit; and at last, when every one had judged by poor Gray's aspect that all now was over, and Major Sandars came up and thanked him for his patient endeavours to save the poor fellow's life, the doctor felt his patient's pulse once more, raised the closed eyelids and gazed at the pupils, and then rose up, dropped into a cane lounging chair, and began softly rubbing his knees.
"But the man is dying fast, Bolter," said Major Sandars. "Dying, sir? why he has been dying fast all day." "Then is not this rather unseemly before ladies?" said Captain Horton. "Unseemly? Before ladies?" said the doctor in a puzzled way. "Why, can't you see for yourselves? Ha, ha, ha!" he said, laughing softly. "Don't you see the remedies have beaten the poison.
Venables was warmly beloved by his intimates, and Fitzjames through life frequently declared that he felt for him a kind of filial affection. The other Saturday reviewer with whom he became specially intimate was Thomas Collett Sandars.
"It has been a tiring day," said Major Sandars. "I wonder how Smithers is getting on. I hope he's taking care of the ladies." "Yes," said Mr Linton gravely, "I hope he is taking care of the ladies." "They're in good hands," said Captain Horton.
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