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"What about 'em?" said Jem, while Brace's ears tingled. "On'y this, messmates. They've took the `Jason' and paid for her for as long as they like. S'pose they say we shan't stop gold-digging and tells us to go on?" "We must tell 'em we won't leave the gold, and that they must stop and dig and wash, and go shares with us." "Tchah! they won't.
"Ah, I wish you could see him, sir," continued Ramball, dabbing his head pleasantly with his yellow handkerchief. "Bah Klay is quite an addition to my show, and the people come in hundreds to see him and the Rajah alone. It was him himself as came to me one day and proposed it." "What, the Rajah?" cried Glyn. "The Rajah! Tchah! What are you talking about? No; Bah Klay.
Why, she wondered in sudden horror, had she not told of this thing before? She stood with downcast eyes before the accusing glance of the man. Then, after a moment's pause, a sound escaped his lips. And in it was every thinkable expression of condemnation and contempt. "Tchah!" He turned away and strode across to his horse. The woman's voice came to him low, despairing, appealing.
"Some time!" cried Marcus, mockingly. "Our poor general with his followers must have been utterly destroyed by this time." "Tchah! Not he! You don't know what a Roman general can do. He'll hold out for months, or kill those who are attacking him. Give it up your fashion!" "What do you mean by my fashion?" cried Marcus, sharply. "Give it up in despair sort of way when there's no need."
"Tchah!" whispered Punch, "who wants to eat? I have been wiggling myself about quietly ever since they set me down, and I have got my hands a bit loose.
"Tchah! Arizona! I want to talk to you. Here, give me your hand and lead me to the bedside. I will sit here. This place is unfamiliar." Diane did as she was bid. She was pale. A strained look was in her soft brown eyes, but there was determination in the set of her lips. "What is the matter with you, girl?" her father asked. The softness of his speech in no way disguised the iciness of his manner.
"I ketched sight of a bit of scarlet ever so far off, and that must mean Bri'sh soldiers." "No; it might be something painted red or a patch of poppies perhaps." "Oh, go it!" cried Punch angrily. "You will say next it is a jerrynium in a red pot, same as my mother always used to have in her window. It's red-coats, I tell you. There, can't you see them?" "No." "Tchah! You are not looking right.
"I'm about ready to tell the lads to put an end to a traitor to his country." "Tchah! Ye daren't do annything o' the kind, Serjint, for it would be murther. This is my counthry, and I'm a prisoner of war." "Let him be, Sergeant, and we'll get him into the camp. Can you sit on a horse, sir?" I said. "Sure, how do I know, boy, till I thry?
"Sure on it, sir. I wouldn't ha' answered for him if you'd gone back with your tail between your legs, reg'larly whipped; but seeing how you can go back and cry cock-a-doodle-doo! "Like a dog, Tom?" said Aleck, grimly, with a feeling of amusement at the way in which his companion was mixing up his metaphors. "Like a dog, sir? Tchah! Dogs can't crow. You know what I mean.
There, it's all right, sir, and I suppose it's quite nat'ral for any one to feel afraid when there's something really worth feeling afraid on. I dare say we should both be just as bad again if that thing was to shove its head out of the water again close by here." "Then you don't think I was such a coward, Joe?" "You! You a coward! Tchah!
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