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"Thank-ye!" he called, pert and patronising. "Lucky shot!" "Run, fool, run!" yelled Kit. "The sentry!" On the crest of the hill, against the sky-line, the sentry was kneeling as he took aim. "What! eh! oh! im? blime!" and Knapp buckled to again in earnest. The sentinel fired. It was a long shot; but the man was a Grenadier of the Guard, and picked at that.
And Bob found the major; borrowed the pair of canvas leggings, with which he returned to the boat, and was rowed back to the corvette, where he had the pleasure of going over the captain's shooting gear, and helping him to fill his cartridge cases, and the like. "You'll have to go on a trip yourself Roberts, by-and-by," said the captain. "Thank-ye, sir," said Bob. "When, sir, please?"
I was going to say lots of us laugh at you, but lots of us wish you and Senna Tea had given those two bullies an awful licking." "Thank-ye," I said, for these words were quite cheering, and I glanced at Mercer, who was fiddling his dinner about, and cutting the pink-looking cold boiled beef up in very small squares. "Can't you get on?" I whispered. "No. 'Tain't likely; but just you wait."
Sir, I shall repay you at my earliest leisure, and in the meanwhile allow me to say, that I shall be proud of the honour of your acquaintance." "Thank-ye, old boy," said Dartmore, putting on his glove before he accepted the offered hand of his new friend, which, though it was tendered with great grace and dignity, was of a marvellously dingy and soapless aspect.
"You go and ketch 'em first, lad, and by and by I'll come round that way with one under my arm, and you might give a fellow an eel, if you get one." "You shall have all the eels, Jem." "Thank-ye. Then look here! you bait one line with the biggest worms you can find, and do you know the penstock?" "What, down in the deep corner, under the trees?" "Yes; it's ten foot deep there.
"Thank-ye," replied Newton, laughing, "but mine really is not law business." The noise of the handle of the door indicated that Mr Forster was about to reopen it, to summon Newton; and the young man, with a hasty good morning, brushed by Newton, and hastened into the street. Hamlet. Is not parchment made of sheepskin? Horatio. Ay, my lord, and of calves' skins too. Hamlet.
I don't want a holiday; it was all for you boys." "Thank-ye," said my neighbour derisively. "Just you wait till we're out in the field, Jalap, and I'll serve you out for this." "Burr junior," said a rich, deep, unctuous voice, which seemed to roll through the school, and there was a dead silence. "Here, you! get up. Go on." "Burr junior!" came in a louder, deeper voice.
"Well," he said, "you will grow into a man some day, and when you do, I daresay you will be a bit modest, for of all the cocksparrowy chaps I ever did meet, you are about the most impudent." "Thank-ye," said Mercer, and he went off in dudgeon, while Lomax gave me a comical look. "That's the way to talk to him," he said.
"The last time I sent off a dispatch from here you did not tax me a cent for it," Marcy reminded him. "Is your patriotism on the wane?" "Not much; but you couldn't expect us to keep up that thank-ye business forever, could you? How would we run the line if we did?
"What with marchin' and zeribakin' and the sun upon me tank since four this mornin', I'm dead for food and buried for water. I ain't no bloomin' salamanker to be grilled and say thank-ye, and I ain't no bloomin' camomile to bring up me larder and tap me tank when Coolin's commissaryat hasn't no orders." "Shure ye'll run better impty, Billy boy," said Connor.
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