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He chased me round and round the place with a clasp-knife, calling me the Angel of Death, and saying he would kill me, and then I couldn't come for him no more. I begged, and told him I was only Huck; but he laughed SUCH a screechy laugh, and roared and cussed, and kept on chasing me up.
"We've about made up our minds, Hal," he said deliberately, "that you got to be dropped behind for a time. We're going on to find water. When we find it we'll come back and get you. Understand?" Sinclair moistened his lips, but said nothing. Then Sandersen's voice grew screechy with sudden passion. "Say, do you want three men to die for one? Besides, what good could we do?"
I can breathe here, and needn't be looking all the time to see where those horrid, screechy motors are coming to, tearing along as they do, she said, quite forgetful of the fact that she herself had not many hours before been tearing along in one of these same 'horrid motors.
"All I want ye to do is to grow to be a man quick, and to lick Lem Crabbe if he comes after me. Will ye? Screechy says he's goin' to follow me." "I'll lick him anywhere," cried the boy, his tears rising; "and if ye has to go to him, and he as much as lays a finger on ye, I'll kill him!" His face was so rigidly drawn during his last threat that he hissed the words out through his teeth.
He chased me round and round the place with a clasp-knife, calling me the Angel of Death, and saying he would kill me, and then I couldn't come for him no more. I begged, and told him I was only Huck; but he laughed SUCH a screechy laugh, and roared and cussed, and kept on chasing me up.
"Don't try none of yer guff on me. I want to know who ye went to see in Tarrytown, and who the man was that throwed ye over the fence, and then lugged ye off to that vault?" Scraggy sat up painfully. "I wasn't throwed over no fence." "Ye was, 'cause I seed the man when he done it. I wish now that I'd a gone and settled with him. Who was he, Screechy?" "I dunno," she answered.
A loud, screechy cackle emanated from her throat. It was the same sound he had heard earlier. By now Graham was absolutely frozen with fear. The Witch's evil eyes glared at him as she screamed, "So, my little man. We meet at last. You have hated me ever since you first read about me, haven't you? HAVEN'T YOU?" she shouted.
"Yep, Flea, and so be you; but there ain't much for ye, savin' that ye go a long journey lookin' for a good land." Bending her head nearer, Flea coaxed, "What good land, Screechy dear?" "Yer's and Flukey's, Flea." "Where air it?"
So be Flukey. Can ye tell me anything 'bout Flukey?" The woman frowned. "Flukey, Flukey, yer brother," she repeated. "I ain't a likin' boys, 'cause they throw stones at me." "Flukey never throwed no stones at ye, Screechy, an' he's unhappy now. He'll bring ye a lot more fagots sometime to heat yer bones by." "Aye, I'm a needin' heat.
DO you?" said she; and was led in triumph to the jingling old piano, and with a screechy wiry voice, sang those very abominable old ditties which I had heard her sing at Leamington ten years back. Haggarty, as she sang, flung himself back in the chair delighted.
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