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"Whatever was it?" gasped Hiram in awed tones. "A shark," replied Merritt, "and a whopper, too. What are we going to do, Tubby keep on or cut loose?" "Just a little longer," pleaded the other. "He must be tiring by this time. If we can only wear him out, we can tow him ashore and make a little money out of him. You know shark skin is valuable."
"No gasolene," yelled Merritt. "Sosh-osh-soh!" A huge green wave climbed on to the Flying Fish's bow, shaking her from stem to stern like a terrier shakes a rat. "We've got to do something quick, or we'll be swamped!" roared Merritt. "The cockpit cover, quick!" shouted Tubby, steadying himself in the bucking craft by a tight grasp on the bulwarks. "That's it. Now the oars. Hurry up.
The echo of his music emphasized the emptiness of the house, the damp got into the strings so that they sounded tubby, and there were unintentional quavers in the melody whenever the trees swung against the windows and splashed them with rain, or when a distant shutter fell a-creaking.
But beyond that, and approaching within a few hundred yards of the extreme horn of the position, is scrub, which ought to have been cut down. Out of this scrub the enemy began to snipe. We had there, tucked into folds of the hills, a couple of tubby old black-powdered howitzers, and they let fly three rounds which should have been very effective.
Helen asked very minutely about Ruth's plans for going to Cheslow to recite, and the very first day of the next week, when the girl of the Red Mill started for town, who should overtake her within half a mile of the mill, but Helen and her governess going to Cheslow on a shopping errand, and drawn by Tubby, the pony. Of course, there was room for Ruth in the phaeton, and Helen and Mrs.
The trouble had always begun after he got into the house; then he had collapsed and given poor Tubby a lot of trouble and distress; he had scolded her crossly and even struck her, and then passed to extravagant praises, staring at her with glassy eyes, until the poor child was terribly frightened. But this evening he was queerer than ever before.
Ralph Darley was quick at observation, and took in quickly the fact that all the men were armed, and looked shabbier than their leader, though not so stout; for he was rubicund and portly, where he ought not to have been, for activity, though in a barrel a tubby space does indicate strength.
He was a ruddy, tubby little man in a pin-check black and white suit, faced with silk on lapels and pockets it really gave him a sort of minstrel-like appearance as though he should likewise have had his face corked and he wore in a puffed maroon scarf a stone that flashed enough for half a dozen ordinary diamonds whether it really was of the first water or not.
And he seated himself solemnly on the oven, and condemned Titty to be burned alive. After which the lords and cooks formed themselves in lines, and Tubby betrothed Desire to Zizi. The marriage took place a few days later. All the boys in the country side were there, armed with wooden swords, and decorated with epaulets made of gilt paper.
"Come on," said Tubby at length; "we've got to rouse ourselves. In the first place, I've got an idea," he went on briskly. "I've been thinking over that gasoline stoppage, and the more I think of it the more I am inclined to believe that there's something queer about it. It's worth looking into, anyhow."
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