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Updated: June 27, 2025
Disturbing as their situation was at that moment. the lads could not repress a shout of laughter over Stacy's funny words. But Stacy's face was solemn. He saw nothing to laugh at. "Lucky for both of you that you didn't yawn. The bear might nave fallen in," jeered Ned. "Might have been a good thing for us if Chunky had yawned.
Freckles sized him up keenly as he stepped into the elevator, and decided that he was still firm. But there was a look about Senator Stacy's mouth which suggested that there was no use in being too sure of him.
Come! what are you giving us? You're the last man I ever expected to hear that kind of flapdoodle from. If it's because your bank has got some other interest and you can't advise me, why don't you say so?" Nevertheless, in spite of Stacy's abrupt disclaimer, he left a few minutes later, half convinced that Stacy's lukewarmness was due to some adverse influence.
The rousing out of Barker consisted of Stacy's lifting that young gentleman bodily from his bunk and standing him upright in the open doorway. But Barker was accustomed to this Spartan process, and after a moment's balancing with closed lids like an unwrapped mummy, he sat down in the doorway and began to dress.
From the confusion of blankets emerged the red face of the fat boy. Ned Rector thought it time to leave. He did so, with Stacy a close second and the rubber pillow brushing Ned's cheek in transit. There was no more sleep in the camp. Ned and Stacy's foot race continued until both were out of breath and thoroughly awake.
So I to the office and thence to Stacy's, his Tar merchant, whose servant with whom I agreed yesterday for some tar do by combination with Bowyer and Hill fall from our agreement, which vexes us all at the office, even Sir W. Batten, who was so earnest for it. So to the office, where we sat all the afternoon till night, and then to Sir W. Pen, who continues ill, and so to bed about 10 o'clock.
Even. then I fear our eyes will be in danger. Do you see what you did?" One of Stacy's bullets had bored a hole through the crown of the professor's sombrero. The other had plowed a neat furrow through Professor Zepplin's grizzled whiskers, close to the chin. "Ho, ho, ho! Haw, haw, haw!" roared the fat boy with head thrown back as far as it would go without dislocating his neck.
The Shawnee, engaged with his own thoughts, apparently was unaware that he had left a mule behind. The fat boy, with great glee, was urging his pony quietly along, approaching the pack animal with as much caution as possible. It was Stacy's intention to give the beast the fright of its life, in which ambition he succeeded beyond his fondest anticipations.
They might not take kindly to your joke after your early morning vocal exercises." "I didn't. I don't know any more about it than you do." Stacy's lips were blue with cold and he was chattering. Tad suddenly observed these signs of cold and felt sorry for the boy. "When the others come out, you duck in and put on some dry clothes. You will have plenty of time. I don't think they will bother you.
But Stacy's face was so grave that, recalling his disturbed sleep, Demorest laughingly inquired if he had been haunted by the treasure. But to his surprise Stacy put down the kettle, and, with a hurried glance at the still sleeping Barker, said in a low voice: "I want you to do something for me without asking why. Later I will tell you." Demorest looked at him fixedly. "What is it?" he said.
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