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Updated: June 4, 2025
The evening passed over quietly and in comfort. Eleanor was always happier with her father than with anyone else. He had not, perhaps, any natural taste for baby-worship, but he was always ready to sacrifice himself, and therefore made an excellent third in a trio with his daughter and Mary Bold in singing the praises of the wonderful child.
The trio were still discussing the particulars of the sad disaster, which, on a stormy September night, had resulted in the drowning of nearly five hundred people, and the plunging of the ship herself to the depths wherein they had so strangely found her, when the figure of the professor, clad in his suit of diving armour and dwindled in apparent dimensions by his great distance below them, was seen to emerge from the black shadow of the Flying Fish's hull and make his way slowly and laboriously over the rocky bottom toward the wreck.
When his men, converts by his own hand, had gained the bank, the trio fell to their knees, hands and backs burdened with camp equipage, and offered up thanks for their passage through the wilderness and their safe arrival. Hay Stockard looked upon the function with sneering disapproval, the romance and solemnity of it lost to his matter-of-fact soul.
"No; I do not expect quite that much, my lads; but I do count on your taking no unnecessary risks, and in case of discovery that you rather trust to flight, and my finding you later on, than to actually fighting." So it was decided, and at a fairly early hour the trio lay down to sleep.
It was an error on Jack's part, he gave his hearers to understand, to assume that the lid was completely off the great city of New York. "Too blamed fresh he's gettin'," the trio agreed. They seemed to think it was too bad of Jack. "The wrath of the Law," said Smith, "is very terrible. We will leave the matter, then, in your hands.
So I coiled up beside Greg on the Gloucester hammock, and Jerry began to read. From my desolate island refuge I salute the Intrepid Trio! Good sirs, what you tell me of the "Sea Monster" makes my flesh creep and my hair stir with terror. A murderous bad place I should call it, and not one to trifle with.
Rhoda had a great deal to tell her girl friends the next morning. She came into their room before even Nan was up, and curled down on one of the beds to relate to an enormously interested trio all the particulars of her father's interrogation of the Mexican prisoner. "And is he that Juan What-you-may-call-him?" asked Bess. "Truly-ruly?" "He is. Daddy made him admit it. And more."
I have promised and " the business of shoulders and hands again "my pledged word to a lady, how shall it be broken?" I found a way to break it, nevertheless. A trio of gold pieces and the statement that I was her uncle did the trick. An uncle! Ah, that was different. And, Mademoiselle had consented to see me when I came before, that was true.
"Herb, say, hope you didn't forget the corkscrew this time," shouted a voice from behind an old stump. "Caesar and Anthony!" was the exclamation as the smiling maidens and their attendants came in sight. "Josie Jordan!" cried a trio and the congratulations that followed need not be repeated.
There was another flourish; and then the trio dashed spontaneously into the triumphant swing of the waltz. It was as though the room were instantly flooded with water. After a moment's hesitation first one couple, then another, leapt into mid-stream, and went round and round in the eddies. The rhythmic swish of the dancers sounded like a swirling pool. By degrees the room grew perceptibly hotter.
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