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"I'm getting out my trumps, darling," Karen confided sweetly, as she reached for the deuce of Spades the only remaining trump in the dummy. "What's your hurry, child?" her husband asked indulgently. "Lead this!" and he pointed toward the six of Diamonds. "I wish you'd got a puncture, Hugo, so you couldn't have butted in before this hand was played," Carolyn Drake spluttered.

A rough but clean towel hung across the board wall of the well, while a fresh bucket of water stood on the shelf inside, its chain hanging limply from the towering end of the "h'isting pole." As he completed his ablutions, the darkey boy approached. "Good morning, Zachariah," he spluttered, over the edge of the towel. "Did you sleep well?" "No, suh, Marse Kenneth, Ah slep' powerful porely.

The latter spluttered and blew bubbles, while Dymov stumbling on the prickly roots, fell over and got caught in the net; both flopped about in the water, and made a noise, and nothing but mischief came of their fishing. "It's deep," croaked Kiruha. "You won't catch anything." "Don't tug, you devil!" shouted Dymov trying to put the net in the proper position. "Hold it up."

Finally, toward midnight, as they were going to separate, Loiseau, who was unsteady on his feet slapped him suddenly on the stomach and spluttered: "You are not in a gay mood to-night, you don't talk much, citoyen?" But Cornudet raised briskly his head and casting a swift and terrible look at the company, fairly shouted: "I tell you all, that you have behaved infamously!"

The unsuspicious bearer popped the treacherous berry into his mouth, gave it a crunch, and then with a howl of agony, spluttered and spat, while the tears ran down his cheeks, as he implored Juggroo by all the gods to fetch him some water.

Murphy's fist shot out and Hennesey went down. Arising with bleeding nose, he shook his small fist at his chuckling assailant passing sidewise out of his door. "I'll not forgit thot, John Murphy," he spluttered. "I don't want ye to. Remember it while ye live; an' there's more where thot cum from, too, ye scab."

"Great Hannibal's tombstone!" spluttered the other student. "What are you trying to do, Tubbs, knock me down?" "I beg your pardon, Powell, I didn't see you coming," answered the other, as he picked up his hat and commenced to brush it off with care. "You must be getting blind," growled John Powell, otherwise known as Songbird.

"They've held us out," muttered Harry, bitterly. "It begins to look as if we'll have to climb over the fence if we get inside." "What's that?" cried Frank, bracing up a little. "Climb the fence? Not much!" "Then how'll we get in? Will you tell me that?" "We'll find a way." "Wind a fay!" spluttered Harry excitedly. "It's easy enough to say that, but I don't believe we can do it."

"Matter!" spluttered Mynheer Von Stroom "call the troops in with their firelocks. Quick, sir. Am I to be murdered, torn to pieces, and devoured? For mercy's sake, sir, don't stare, but do something look, it's coming to the table! O dear! O dear!" continued the supercargo, evidently terrified out of his wits.

The sand round Suvla Bay hid thousands of bullets and ammunition pouches, some flung away by wounded men, some belonging to the dead. As the bush-fires licked from the lower slopes of the Sari Bair towards Chocolate Hill this lost ammunition exploded, and it sounded like erratic rifle-fire. The fires glowed and spluttered all night, and went on smoking in the morning.