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The station's a beastly awkward place to take it out of any one in. I wish I knew where he lived." "I know that," said Noël. "I've known it a long time before Christmas, when we were going to the Moat House." "Well, what is it, then?" asked Dicky savagely. "Don't bite his head off," remarked Alice. "Tell us about it, Noël. How do you know?"
"Oh, I just enjoyed beating him," said Burns. "Wish he'd put up more of a fight, though. I'd have licked him just the same, but it would have been more like a real fight. Well, I don't hear that train yet, and the station's just around that next bend. Not much of a place Tecumseh. Hasn't any right to such a fine name, I think."
And last of all strange that it should have been last a girl in blue corduroy somewhat darker than her eyes, who wept amid the station's gloom. "I wonder," reflected Mr. Magee, staring at the very brassy bars at the foot of his bed, "what new variations on seclusion the day will bring forth?" Again came the rattling noise that had awakened him.
It seemed to her that she had only just gone to sleep when Paw Hoover shook her gently to arouse her. "Here we are," he said. "Station's just over there see, beyond the bend. Remember what Miss Mercer told you, now, and good luck, Bessie! I reckon we'll see you again sometime." There were tears in Bessie's eyes as she said good-bye.
Herr Liebert gives me some interesting details about the first establishment of the station here and a bother he had with the plantations. Only a short time ago the soldiers brought him in some black wood spikes, which they had found with their feet, set into the path leading to the station's koko plantations, to the end of laming the men.
Then he wiped his face again a dark, fiercely-burnt face. He was a man over forty; he looked more than his age, or as if he had had very hard times. 'Going far? he asked. 'Not much further now, the boy said cheerfully. 'My station's fifty miles beyond Gwelo. I'm about sick of it. I traveled second class on the boat.
The train that had brought her panted upon a siding, deserted, its boiler cooling, its engineer, fireman, conductor and brakeman leaning over a bar in the shack that called itself a saloon. To-morrow it would rattle back to the junction, if all went well and the rails held fast to the ties, which was not certain. The station's name was Jumpoff.
At her own enumeration of Bonny Angel's charms, the girl's heart thrilled afresh with love and admiration, and, catching her again into her close embrace, she fell to rapturously kissing the small face that was now "sweet" in truth, from the sticky drops the child had licked. "Nonsense! If you don't know where she belongs, nor have any money to spend in finding out, the station's the only place.
It then reshaped itself into a copy of the predecessor, and remained where it was. Obviously a replacement. There was dignified scientific jubilation among the three. This was precisely the kind of information the U-League and everybody else had been hoping to obtain. 112-113 tentatively could be assumed to be a kind of monitor of the station's activities.
"Is Mr. Linton going?" "Oh, yes. Indeed, as far as I can tell, the whole station's going," Jim said. "All except Brownie, of course; she scorns races. She says she can't imagine why anyone should make anything run fast in the 'eat if they don't want to." "Does Brownie ever leave Billabong?" "Hardly ever," Jim answered, laughing "and it's getting more and more difficult to make her.
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