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Updated: June 4, 2025
Have you forgotten the bills that man Gadgem brought in? the five hundred dollars due Slater, and the horse Hampson sold me the one I shot?" and one of his old musical laughs rose to his lips. Pawson sprang forward and seized the intruder's hand. He would recognize that laugh among a thousand: "Yes I know you now! It's all come back to me," he cried joyously. "But you gave me a terrible start, Mr.
She suggested that it might be of advantage to some of the girls to go and watch it, and proposed that each of the upper forms should elect one of their number as special reporter to write an account of the match which could be read aloud afterwards in school. The idea rather struck them. "It's Finbury Wanderers versus Hilton," said Linda Slater, "and they're both jolly good, I know.
Slater, although an amiable and kind-hearted human being who believed with confident superstition in a God of other people's making, did not, on the whole, welcome her lady friends with much cordiality. It was not, as she often explained, as though she had her own house into which to ask them. Her motto was, "Friendly with All, Familiar with None," and to this she very faithfully held.
He came, when he did come, in some haste and with certain marks of increased agitation. "Laura," said he, "Slater says that we may possibly be wanted and proposes that we stay here all night. I have telephoned Adela and have made it all right at home. Will you come to your room? This is no place for you."
"I'd rather you wouldn't volunteer, Dan," said O'Neil. "Why?" "You might get hurt." "Happy Tom" nodded his agreement. "Certainly! Never send a boy on a man's errand." "And I don't want you to do it either, Tom, for the same reason." Slater mumbled some sort of sour acquiescence, but Dan would not be denied. "You made the offer, and I took it up," he told O'Neil.
"You promised one to me you know you did!" urged Linda Slater, much aggrieved at the non-performance of an order. "Well, I thought I'd have time to do four, and could only manage three," apologized Fil. "You see, they really take such ages, and Miss Strong was getting raggy about my prep." "You might make me one for my birthday!" begged Evie. "Certainly not! Those that ask shan't have!"
The boss packer had equipped his command with pick-handles and now set a brilliant example in the use of this, his favorite weapon. For once the apathetic Slater was fully roused; he was tremendous, irresistible. In his capable grasp the oaken cudgel became both armor and flail; in defense it was as active as a fencing-master's foil, in offense as deadly as the kick of a mule.
Slater told them to hurry along with their supper for the people would soon be coming. It was Mrs. Slater who had planned the party. Mrs. Slater was the leading spirit in everything in the household that required dash and daring. Hers was the dominant voice, though nothing louder than a whisper had been heard from her for years. She laughed in a whisper, she cried in a whisper.
"But my dear fellow," he was saying, "I can't lose you and Appleton on the same day." "You can't? Why, you've done it!" the fat man retorted, gruffly. "I refuse to be left in the lurch this way. You must give more notice." Slater shrugged, and without a word tossed his bulging war bag into the motor-boat which lay moored beneath him.
The fireworks had mostly exploded at the first blast; however, when Cardon and Major Slater and one or two others reached the top landing stage, there were still explosions. A thing the size and shape of a two-gallon kettle, covered with red paper, came rolling toward them, and suddenly let go with a blue-green flash, throwing a column of smoke, in miniature imitation of an A-bomb, into the air.
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