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Coolly they did both. Pedro, catching Tim's friendly grin, flashed a quick smile in return. Lourenço, unsmiling, looked squarely into each man's face in turn and seemed satisfied with what he saw. Both then glanced around as if missing some one. "Your friend José has left us," the coronel informed them, dryly, interpreting the look. "He disappeared in the night." "Ah!
Among Kelsey's collection was old Silas Murford, the custom-house clerk a fat, stupid-looking old fellow whose chin rested on his shirt-front and whose middle rested on his knees, the whole of him, when seated, filling Tim's biggest chair.
Judith found that she couldn't do as well without Tim's precept and example, and neither she nor Sally May was sorry when Nancy declared they could have just one more jump they had no idea how stiff they would be to-morrow. Judith stood for a moment enjoying the scene. The sky was still blue, but there were bands of colour in the west and the shadows of the pine trees had lengthened considerably.
"He can act as agent for his father to some extent, and relieve him of a great deal of necessary business that has to be transacted." She spoke with a certain finality which made it difficult to pursue the subject, but Sara, remembering Tim's suddenly hard young eyes, persisted. "It's a pity he cannot go into the Army he's so keen on it," she suggested tentatively.
His hands gripped the flag staff with a nervous, straining strength. " patriot " This word followed the first. " places his all " Tim was breathing hard. " at the service " His throat was dry. " of his " Tim's arms trembled. Was there much more? " country," said Ritter, as though he couldn't get the word out fast enough. "End of message." Tim fronted his flag three times.
"Hossein has been saying, yer honor, that he thinks that the best way would be for him and me to go out and chop off the heads of half a dozen of the chief ringleaders. But I thought I'd better be after asking yer honor's pleasure in the affair, before I set about it." To Tim's great disappointment, Charlie told him that the step was one to which he could hardly assent, at present.
Some ten or fifteen minutes passed, and then the snapping of underbrush told of the approach of Benny Ellison, on his return. That his shot had told was evidenced by another pickerel which he carried, hung by the gills on the crotch of an alder branch, together with the big fellow that Little Tim had caught. Tim's eyes snapped as he saw the fish.
A tall, brawny man clambered up beside him and cried, as he brandished a pistol: "Death to any mon that touches the kid! May all the saints keep him!" Tim's father meant business. And through the angry mob he steered Job back to the office in safety.
"'Tumble out, Tim, says I, 'or I'll have you court-martialled and shot. "'In the neck, says Tim. But he did manage to tumble out, and finished the last stanzas with a flourish, for the edification of the mounted aid-de-camp. "'Where's the officer of the day? asked the aid, looking suspiciously at Tim's shaky knees.
He pretended to poke through his things, trying to kill time, trying not to look at his companion, trying to figure out how they were going to get through breakfast. That Don was sore on him for keeps he did not doubt. Don pulled a towel from his haversack. "How's the water?" he asked. His voice was forced, as though he had strained himself to speak. Tim's mouth dropped.
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