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Sandy filled it, and held a match to the load. McHale puffed great smoke clouds into the darkness. "Tobacco's sure a fine anæsthetic. She beats chloroform and tooth jerkers' gas. And now, kid, you git!" "Do what?" "Make a get-away. Hike. Leak out o' this. You can do it in the dark just as easy as a weasel." "Say," said Sandy, "you didn't get hit alongside the head, too, did you?" "Not yet.
The overseer took his pipe from between his teeth and made an awkward bow. "Glad to see your Honor back," he said deferentially. "Everything's all right, sir. The last rain helped the corn amazingly, and the tobacco's prime. The lightning struck a shed, but we got the flames out before they reached the hogsheads. The Nancy got caught in a squall; lost both masts and ran aground on Gull Marsh.
He sat smoking before the fire till the tobacco's substance had half turned into a wraith of ash, and not really thinking of anything very definitely, except the question whether he should be able to sleep after he went to bed, when he heard a creeping step on the floor.
"Hope you feel better now," said Bob, who, in his interest in the Malay's proceedings, had forgotten all about the squabble with Tom Long. "Ugh! the dirty brute! Chewing tobacco's bad enough; but as for that I'd just like to get the armourer's tongs and fetch that out of your mouth, and then swab it clean." "No speak English; Malaya man," said the Kling laughing. "Chew betel, very good, sahib.
"I was nearly asleep. Give me your pouch; my tobacco's out." He filled his pipe and turned to Jim. "Hope I didn't interrupt. I forget what we were talking about. It looks as if you didn't like a waiter's job." Jim laughed and went to the telegraph, which began to click. He read the message and calling the next station waited for a time, and then turned to his guests.
Tobacco's Son was at that moment protesting that the Big Knives were his brothers, and declaring that before morning broke he would have one hundred warriors for the Great White Chief. Had he not made a treaty of peace with Captain Helm, who was even then a prisoner of the British general in the fort?
Now all that Colonel Clark desired of Tobacco's Son besides his friendship was that he would keep his warriors from battle. The Big Knives would fight their own fight. To this sentiment Tobacco's Son grunted extreme approval. Colonel Clark turned to me. "What is it, Davy?" he asked. I told him. "Tobacco's Son has dug up for us King George's ammunition," he said.
Tobacco's Son was at that moment protesting that the Big Knives were his brothers, and declaring that before morning broke he would have one hundred warriors for the Great White Chief. Had he not made a treaty of peace with Captain Helm, who was even then a prisoner of the British general in the fort?
"Lead us not into temptation" is worldly wisdom in addition to heavenly. After listening to an extended homily, with a general assent and tobacco's phlegm, Gower replied to his father's 'You starved manfully? nodding: 'From Baden to Nancy. An Alsatian cottager at times helped me along, milk and bread. 'Wholesome for body and for soul.
Now all that Colonel Clark desired of Tobacco's Son besides his friendship was that he would keep his warriors from battle. The Big Knives would fight their own fight. To this sentiment Tobacco's Son grunted extreme approval. Colonel Clark turned to me. "What is it, Davy?" he asked. I told him. "Tobacco's Son has dug up for us King George's ammunition," he said.
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