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That's the way these things are always worked. But you'll find that they won't object to pocketing their cheques when the time comes for smashing up Tim's machine and suppressing his patents." I turned, when I reached the far side of the street, to take another look at Ascher's office. I was struck again by the purity of line and the severe simplicity of the building.
As he did so, Quacko, who had been forgotten, leaped off the branch and sprang on to his shoulder; while Ara, though her wings were clipped, managed to reach Tim's head.
But I sure feel like grinnin'. Watch yourself, old-timer; they're tryin' to flirt with ye." Pedro, mindful of watchful eyes, turned his gaze to Tim's face before allowing himself to smile. Then he laughed. "Do not fear," he said. "My heart is still my own." "Same here.
"That top story may go at any minute. It would collapse like a pack of cards if another bomb fell near enough for us to feel the concussion. And young Durward would have about as much chance as a rat in a trap." A silence descended on the little group of anxious people as he finished speaking. The gravity of Tim's position suddenly revealed itself and the danger involved by an attempt at rescue.
Little Tim squealed in an ecstasy of pleasurable alarm. "Look out; he'll get you, Tim," said George Warren. "Gee!" exclaimed Little Tim. "Bet I wouldn't like to be tied to that tree, though." "Why not?" asked Jack Harvey, grinning at Tim's serious expression. "Because, how'd I know they wouldn't forget some time and go ahead and really scalp me? Oh, they might do it, all right. You needn't laugh.
By and by, when all had regretfully declined so much as another raisin "Now we must have some music!" cried Brown. "Tim, did you bring your fiddle?" Tim Lukens nodded. Carpentry was Tim's vocation, but fiddling was his avocation and dear delight. He was presently fiddling away, while the company sat about, completely relaxed in spirit, and Mrs. Kelcey and Mrs.
It was impossible, under the circumstances, for the staff to mess together, as usual. There was neither a room available nor, indeed, any of the appliances. Among Tim's other duties, therefore, was that of cooking. They had also another orderly allotted to them, and he devoted himself to the care of the horses; Tim undertaking all other work. The boys liked their new duties much.
"Halt, ye villains! halt!" cried Tim, "or I'll be afther sendin' a shot among ye that'll make a hole in one of your backs." Tim's threat produced no effect, and away went our brave party, tumbling over each other; and certainly, had the Redskins been close at hand, every one of us would have been scalped.
"Tim's doing fine on signaling," said Alex in his ear. Don drew a deep breath. Well, maybe everything would be all right, after all. Next day the Chester nine played St. Lawrence. It was touch and go from the start. Now Chester led; now the visitors led. The eighth inning found Chester in front by a 6 to 5 score. All during the game Don had felt the strength of Tim's support.
It is not Dickens the reformer, as we get him when he satirizes Dotheboys hall, or the Circumlocution Office or the Chancery Court: but Dickens as Mr. Greatheart, one with all that is good, tender, sweet and true. Tiny Tim's thousand-times quoted saying is the quintessence, the motto for it all and the writer speaks in and through the lad when he says: "God bless us, every one."
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