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To all appearances we are in a fairly tight place. It all depends on how big Comrade Spiller's gang will be. I don't like rows, but I'm prepared to take on a reasonable number of assailants in defense of the home." Mike intimated that he was with him on the point. "The difficulty is, though," he said, "about when we leave this room.
You've but to observe and work and some day you'll be the talk of the town." "Do you really mean that, Mr. Spiller?" The girl's voice was tremulous with delight. Spiller's praise was of greater value than Gay's. He was an actor and knew. "I shouldn't say so if I didn't. I mustn't lose sight of you. A pity you'll be staying at Hampstead. I'd like to take you to Mr. Rich.
They began to grumble, and to mistrust their captain; they said he must have been leading them astray, otherwise they would have seen some sign of the country being inhabited, and they formed a plan for putting Spiller's knowledge of inland navigation to the test. A start was made next morning, the cockney as usual, taking the lead.
The men agreed that Spiller's theory was a very good one; they could not think of any objection to it. Each man carried his blanket and rations, his gun and ammunition. Every morning Spiller pointed out the course to be taken and led the way. From time to time, with a look of extreme wisdom, he took observations of the position of the sun, and studied the direction of his own shadow on the ground.
To all appearances we are in a fairly tight place. It all depends on how big Comrade Spiller's gang will be. I don't like rows, but I'm prepared to take on a reasonable number of bravoes in defence of the home." Mike intimated that he was with him on the point. "The difficulty is, though," he said, "about when we leave this room.
With the kindly aid of a guide who knows the lie of the land, I have been making a short tour of the dormitories. I have poured divers jugfuls of water over Comrade Spiller's bed, Comrade Robinson's bed, Comrade Stone's Spiller, Spiller, these are harsh words; where you pick them up I can't think not from me. Well, well, I suppose there must be an end to the pleasantest of functions.
I think Spiller's an ass." "How many will there be, then?" asked Mike. "He might get about half a dozen, not more, because most of the chaps don't see why they should sweat themselves just because Spiller's study has been bagged." "Sturdy common sense," said Psmith approvingly, "seems to be the chief virtue of the Sedleigh character." "We shall be able to tackle a crowd like that," said Mike.
"He's going to get the chaps to turn you out." "As I suspected," sighed Psmith, as one mourning over the frailty of human nature. "About how many horny-handed assistants should you say that he would be likely to bring? Will you, for instance, join the glad throng?" "Me? No fear! I think Spiller's an ass." "There's nothing like a common thought for binding people together.
Come along." The men began to rise to their feet. Macnamara suddenly snatched Spiller's gun, and fired off both barrels; he then said, "Now hand over your shot and powder." Spiller, half scared to death, handed them over. "Now," said Macnamara, "you are my prisoner.
"He's going to get the chaps to turn you out." "As I suspected," sighed Psmith, as one mourning over the frailty of human nature. "About how many horny-handed assistants should you say that he would be likely to bring? Will you, for instance, join the glad throng?" "Me? No fear! I think Spiller's an ass." "There's nothing like a common thought for binding people together.
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