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"I didn't think any one much came there, except us," said Rob, as the Flying Fish headed away from the wharf and began to cut through the waters of the inlet. "Oh, yes; there's others," responded the old man. "That Jack Curtiss lad and his two chums are out there quite often." "Bill Bender and Sam Redding, I suppose you mean," said Tubby. "Those their names?" asked the captain.
"Well, not much, though it might have been. We saw some men we took to be rustlers heading for our bunch of cattle, but they rode off when we started for them. Some of the boys wanted to follow but it looked as though it might storm, and Tubby said we'd better move the bunch while we could, and look after the rustlers and strays later." "Yes, I guess that was best," the ranch owner agreed.
Old Sperber rose, came quietly behind her chair, touched her on the shoulder, and said, "I'll soon get rid of the fool for you don't worry, Tubby." In reply he got from her a glance full of rebellion, and yet uncertain, as if seeking for help. "Listen, child, come with me through the garden," he said, cheerfully and heartily. She shook her head, and her eyes fastened again on the engraver.
Far away in the western Pacific, in that labyrinth of coral reefs and low, palm-rimmed isles floating between the blue of heaven and the deeper blue of sea, known to the pajama-clad, ear-ringed traders as "the Group," and to the outer world as Micronesia here, one burning morning there arrived a visitor from "Home," who descended, not from some tubby bark or slant-masted schooner, but Godlike from the glorious stars themselves Christmas Day!
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.
"Started to joke the moment we met him, didn't he, Hans?" "Did I?" questioned Tom innocently. "I had forgotten." He turned to Tubbs. "And how is our friend Philliam Willander to-day?" "William Philander, if you please, Rover," was the dignified reply. "I must insist on your getting my name correctly this term." "All right, Tubby, old boy, it shall be just as you say.
I'd like to raymimber him, an' it might be I cudden't if he got th' job. Who was the prisidint befure Mack? Oh, tubby sure!" "Well, sir," said Mr. Dooley, "'tis good to see that th' gloryous ol' commonwealth iv Kentucky is itsilf again." "How's that?" asked Mr. Hennessy. "F'r some time past," said Mr.
I can often turn dark clouds inside out and show you the silver on the other side." "I believe that, Doctor Davison," she whispered, and squeezed his hand hard, running after Helen the next moment down the walk. After they had awakened Tubby and urged him into something resembling a trot they got into Cheslow proper by degrees.
Bay. Beg pardon. Excuse my bluff soldierly ways; but nevertheless take your nose out of my hay-net, please. A Canadian dun. Gee! quit weavin' about like that, Tubby. Can't you let a guy get some sleep. I'll hand you a cold rebuff in the ribs in a minute. Wazzer matter with you, anyhow? Tubby. Had a bad dream. Black. Don't wonder, the way you over-eat yourself. Bay.
"Tell me who did it, and I'll soon settle with him." "Who rolled over the buttertub?" asked Tom solemnly. "One peanut reward for the first correct answer to this absorbing puzzle. Please don't all raise your hands at once." "I believe you did it, Tom Rover!" bellowed the rich youth. "I? Never, Tubby, my dear boy. I never rolled over a buttertub in my life. You've got the wrong number.
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