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This they did for him, and soon he was rowing away from the spot as best he could, fearful, evidently, that the negro would come, as Whopper had said, to "chew him up." "He's about the limit!" was Snap's comment, when Simon Lundy was out of hearing. "How I would love to play ghost on him!" "He'd have a fit and die," added Shep.
"Oh!" exclaimed Snap, but the word meant a good deal. He remembered that the man named was the head of the lumber company with which the Barnaby Lumber Company had had its dispute over the Spur Road tract. Snap's father had had several interviews with Mr. Andrew Felps, and the feeling engendered was decidedly bitter. "You boys have no right on this property," went on Andrew Felps. "I thought Mr.
There was nothing to show my prying eyes where the intrepid Grantline might be. "Nothing at all, Snap." And Snap's instruments, attuned for an hour now to pick up the faintest signal, were motionless. "If he has concentrated any appreciable amount of ore," said Snap. "We should get an impulse from its rays." But our receiving shield was dark, untouched.
An abnormality upon the frowning ragged cliffs of Tycho? We thought so. But then it seemed not. Another hour. No signal came from Earth. If Snap's calls were getting through we had no evidence of it. Abruptly Miko strode at me from across the room. I went cold and tense; Moa shifted, alert to my every movement. But Miko was not interested in me.
She sent the children for him; she was taken suddenly ill; she discovered that the corral gate was open and his cream-colored pinto, dearest to his heart, was running loose; she even set her cottage on fire. One Sunday evening just before twilight Hare was sitting on the porch with August Naab and Dave, when their talk was interrupted by Snap's loud calling for his wife.
It had not been difficult for the flying platforms to hunt down the attacking brigands on the open rocks. We had only lost one more platform. Human hearts beat sometimes with very selfish emotions. It was a triumphant ending for us, and we hardly gave a thought that half of Grantline's men had perished. We huddled on Snap's platform. It rose, lurching drunkenly barely carrying us.
Before, however, Snap's yelp of agony had died away, the stick fell on the creature's head, and it lay there lifeless. "He's done for!" cried Tom, triumphantly. "Yes, and so I fear is Snap, too," said his father; "poor fellow!" "Can't we do anything for him, Uncle?" asked Tom, anxiously.
The other basket was scattered in all directions over the ground. "There go our berries," grumbled Snap. "Too bad!" "Get up!" roared Shep, scrambling to his feet. "Here comes the ram, and he's as wild as they make 'em!" He caught his chum by the arm, and both tried to go on. But Snap's ankle had received a bad wrench and he was forced to limp.
Nevertheless, I think that ghost is a man." The young hunters continued to discuss the situation from all possible points of view. Snap's positive declaration that the ghost was a man made all feel less frightened, and they were anxious to get better acquainted with the apparition. "If it's a man I'd like to capture him and give him a piece of my mind," said Whopper.
"Say, do you want to fight?" cried Ham Spink, working himself up into a quick passion; and he doubled up his fists as he spoke. "No; but I can defend myself," answered the doctor's son just as quickly. "I am not afraid of you." "And we are not afraid of ghosts, either," was Snap's sarcastic comment. These last words made Ham Spink and one or two of his cronies furious.
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