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Stine sat up, his face bitter and wrathful. "Let it freeze. We're not going to stir." "All right," said Shorty. "We're goin' on with the boat." "You were engaged " "To take your outfit to Dawson," Shorty caught him up. "Well, we're takin' it, ain't we?" He punctuated his query by bringing half the tent down on top of them.
"And Smoke's and mine," was Shorty's retort. "I forbid you," Sprague said harshly. "Smoke, if you go another step I'll discharge you." "And you, too, Shorty," Stine added. "And a hell of a pickle you'll be in with us fired," Shorty replied. "How'll you get your blamed boat to Dawson? Who'll serve you coffee in your blankets and manicure your finger-nails? Come on, Smoke. They don't dast fire us.
But just see if I am not right; he will become precisely the same as the rest of us. And the teacher was right. Miss Thyra went and called into the speaking-tube: 'Will Trofast's cutlets be ready soon? The maid's voice came up from the kitchen: 'They are on the window-sill cooling; as soon as they are all right, Stine shall bring them up.
But I am an old man now, Stine, though thou look'st fair and fresh as ever, and I do not know what to make of these things. White napery on the table; glass drinking things; nay, were it not for thee and the Schneiderlein, I should not know I was at home."
Often afterwards, when Kit tried to remember that night and failed to bring up aught but nightmare recollections, he wondered what must have been the sufferings of Stine and Sprague. His one impression of himself was that he struggled through biting frost and intolerable exertion for a thousand years, more or less. Morning found them stationary.
Could this tie up in any way with their absolutely suicidal attitude towards the cobalt bombs?" "Could it? Could it?" Dr. Stine paced the floor rapidly on his stocky legs, twining his fingers behind his back. "You are bloody well right it could.
But Sprague refused to give over the oar; Stine had ceased rowing, and the boat was drifting backward. "Turn around, Smoke," Sprague ordered. And Kit, who never in his life had cursed any man, astonished himself. "I'll see you in hell, first," he replied. "Take hold of that oar and pull." It is in moments of exhaustion that men lose all their reserves of civilization, and such a moment had come.
"Sure," Shorty affirmed. "It was just that I was stopping to think about. I knew there was some reason I ought to do it." Again they turned to go, but Sprague and Stine made no movement. "Good luck, Smoke," Sprague called to him. "I'll er " He hesitated. "I'll just stay here and watch you." "We need three men in the boat, two at the oars and one at the steering sweep," Kit said quietly.
"Hold, dear aunt my sons " "Nay, child, it is the best thing thou couldst do for them. Wonders hast thou wrought, yet are they too old to be without fatherly authority. I speak not of Friedel; the lad is gentle and pious, though spirited, but for the baron. The very eye and temper of my poor brother Hugh thy father, Stine are alive again in him. Yea, I love the lad the better for it, while I fear.
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