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A fellah's neck in a slippernoose at one eend of a halter, 'n' a hors on th' full spring at t' other eend!" He looked at him from' head to foot as a naturalist inspects a new specimen. His clothes had suffered in his fall, especially on the leg which had been caught under the horse. "Hullo! look o' there, naow! What's that 'ere stickin' aout o' y'r boot?"

"If it's the girl, she's gone away, and left no address." "I want Mrs. Hughs," said Martin. The young man coughed. "Right-o! You'll find her; but for him, apply Wormwood Scrubs." "Prison! What for?" "Stickin' her through the wrist with his bayonet;" and the young man let a long, luxurious fume of smoke trickle through his nose. "How horrible!" said Thyme. Martin regarded the young man, unmoved.

A loud laugh went up, and it was still ringing when there burst into the group, out of the trail, Abe Hawley, on foot. He looked round the group savagely till his eyes rested on Nance and Lambton. "I'm last in," he said in a hoarse voice. "My horse broke its leg cutting across to get here before her " He waved a hand towards Nance. "It's best stickin' to old trails, not tryin' new ones."

"You see them two or three stakes stickin' up in the water?" remarked Mr. Gow suddenly, pointing away towards the right-hand bank. I nodded. "Well, you keep 'em in line with that little clump o' trees be'ind, an' you'll just fetch the crick nicely." He and Tommy went forward to take in the spinnaker, while, following the marks he had indicated, I brought the Betty round towards her destination.

Can't you get me South 343? Why certainly they'll answer. Oh, Hello, 343? Wanta speak Mist' Riesling, Mist' Babbitt talking. . . 'Lo, Paul?" "Yuh." "'S George speaking." "Yuh." "How's old socks?" "Fair to middlin'. How 're you?" "Fine, Paulibus. Well, what do you know?" "Oh, nothing much." "Where you been keepin' yourself?" "Oh, just stickin' round. What's up, Georgie?"

But the jingle of our spurs made some people in the congregation the' wasn't more'n a dozen of 'em look around. And of co'se they knew us right away. So, pretty quick one or two gets up and leaves, and soon afterward some more, until first thing we knew our bunch was all the' was stickin' it out.

It took them but a minute to have Jack's guess verified, for there was a winch, with the rope of the anchor attached; all that would be necessary was to start winding and by main strength the anchor must be hauled out of the mud and lifted to the vessel's bow, there to hang until needed again. "No use of our stickin' 'round these diggin's any longer, partner," Perk suggested.

"I wish to speak to him," said La Fleur, and with a very slight nod of the head she left the kitchen by the door that led into the grounds. Looking after her, Molly exclaimed, "Drat you, for a stuck-up, cross-grained, meddlin', bumble-bee-backed old hag of a soup-slopper; to come stickin' yer big nose into other people's kitchens!

Why I don't believe it is, because I've seed the creature stickin' just the same way to the coppered bottom o' a ship, and likewise to the sides o' rocks under the water. Now, it couldn't get anything out o' the copper to live upon, nor yet out o' a rock, could it?" "Certainly not." "Then it couldn't be a suckin' them.

He gaed aboot a' Sabbath rale dementit like; an', i' the efternune, I cam' in upon him i' the back shop dancin' on the tap o' a seek o' caff, an' sayin', "Ye'll poach neen this winter, ye " an' so on. Atween you an' me, it'll no' be a bawbee's-wirth o' stickin' plester that'll sair Pottie if Sandy gets his fingers ower him.

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