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"I'm thinking," said Alan, "these'll be what they call the Torran Rocks." "Are there many of them?" says the captain. "Truly, sir, I am nae pilot," said Alan; "but it sticks in my mind there are ten miles of them." Mr. Riach and the captain looked at each other. "There's a way through them, I suppose?" said the captain. "Doubtless," said Alan, "but where?
"I say, any you chaps got an extra suit of twill? This uniform is getting too thick for this latitude. I'm fair melting down to the bone." "Sure!" bellowed a young giant, swinging out of his bunk. He rummaged round for a space and brought forth a light-weight khaki shirt and a pair of ducks. "Guess these'll fit you, sir." "Thanks. Navy stores?" "Yes, sir. You're welcome."
"Turkey hasn't taken a hand yet the general said so. No holy war yet. These'll be held in readiness to cross to Basra in case the Turks begin. While they wait for that at Kerachi the tribes won't dare begin anything. One or two spies are sure to break North and tell them what this force is for but the tribes won't believe. They'll wait until the force has moved to Basra before they take chances.
"Oh, miss!" she murmured. "Them will be nice an' fillin. It's fillin'ness that's best. Sponge cake's a 'evenly thing, but it melts away like if you understand, miss. These'll just STAY in yer stummick." "Well," hesitated Sara, "I don't think it would be good if they stayed always, but I do believe they will be satisfying."
"These'll fit you, I think," said he, "for I'll lay you ten shillings that I'm as big in the feet as you are." I would have been glad to gaze at myself in a full-length mirror, but there was no opportunity for the indulgence of such vanity; and before leaving the room I sat down for a moment to give a few thoughts to the situation.
"No use to us," declared Miss Kybird, anxious to hit back; "we burn coal here." "These'll burn better than the coal you buy," said the unmoved customer. "Well, we don't want them," retorted Miss Kybird, raising her voice, "and I don't want any of your impudence. Get up out of our chair." Her heightened tones penetrated to the small and untidy room behind the shop. The door opened, and Mr.
As soon as the first shoe was pulled on he declared it was just right, although the shoe-shop keeper offered to try on the others. "P'r'aps these'll pinch when you get home," suggested Mr. Beebe, anxiously, "or somethin' else as bad will be the matter with 'em." But the little old man said, "No; do 'em up, Jotham." So the shoes were rolled in paper, and tied with a red string, and then Mr.
"I'm thinking," said Alan, "these'll be what they call the Torran Rocks." "Are there many of them?" says the captain. "Truly, sir, I am nae pilot," said Alan; "but it sticks in my mind there are ten miles of them." Mr. Riach and the captain looked at each other. "There's a way through them, I suppose?" said the captain. "Doubtless," said Alan, "but where?
"I've left him camped back there at the Warlochs"; and as the Maluka prepared remedies making up the famous Gulf mixture the man with grateful thanks, found room in his pockets and saddle-pouch for eggs, milk, and brandy, confident that "these'll soon put him right," adding, with the tense lines deepening about his mouth as he touched on what had brought them there: "He's been real bad, ma'am.
"I really ought to have patent leathers to look like the rest of the bloods, but these'll do very nicely, when I have them well shined up. I'll stop by the stand at Ninth Street." "This spot right in front of the coat don't look so very good," said Kern, scratching it with a small finger, which only whitened it up. "Shuh, Kern! That!" said Mrs.
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