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Updated: June 3, 2025
Secluded in their kitchen living-room the Appleboys heard a motor arrive and through a crack in the door saw it carry Mrs. Tunnygate away bedecked as for some momentous ceremonial. At four o'clock, while Appleboy was digging bait, he observed another motor making its wriggly way along the dunes.
Appleboy with unnatural calmness, which with another background might have struck almost anybody as suspicious. "Huh!" returned the startled Tunnygate, forced under the circumstances to assume a nonchalance that he did not altogether feel. "You!" "Well," repeated Mr. Appleboy. "Don't ever say I didn't!" "Pshaw!" ejaculated Mr. Tunnygate disdainfully.
So Tunnygate, in daily obedience to his spouse, forced his way through the hedge to the beach, and daily the wrath of the Appleboys grew until they were driven almost to desperation. Now when the two former friends sat fishing in their skiffs they either contemptuously ignored one another or, if they "Huh-Huhed!" at all the "Huhs!" resembled the angry growls of infuriated beasts.
Tunnygate's story from his own lips. Mr. Tunnygate limped with difficulty to the stand, and having been sworn gingerly sat down partially. Then turning his broadside to the gaping jury he recounted his woes with indignant gasps. "Have you the trousers which you wore upon that occasion?" inquired Pepperill. Mr.
"Something about 'dog'," he declared finally. "Dog!" she exclaimed. "They haven't got a dog!" "Well," he remarked, "that's what the sign says: 'Beware of the dog'! And there's something above it. Oh! 'No crossing this property. Trespassing forbidden." "What impudence!" avowed Mrs. Tunnygate. "Did you ever know such people!
The worst of it was that the Appleboys couldn't properly do anything about it. Tunnygate had, as Mrs. Tunnygate sneeringly pointed out, a perfect legal right to push his way through the hedge and tramp across the lawn, and she didn't propose to allow the Appleboys to gain any rights by proscription, either. Not much! Therefore, when Mr. Appleboy addressed to Mr.
However that may be, the wisdom of the Constitutional safeguard guaranteeing that every person charged with crime shall be confronted by the witnesses against him was instantly made apparent when Mrs. Tunnygate took the stand, for without hearing a word from her firmly compressed lips the jury simultaneously swept her with one comprehensive glance and turned away.
"Oh! O o oh!" screamed Tunnygate, turning wildly and clawing through the hedge, dragging Andrew after him. "Oh! O oh!" Mrs. Tunnygate rushed to the door in time to see her spouse lumbering up the beach with a white object gyrating in the air behind him. "What's the matter?" she called out languidly. Then perceiving the matter she hastily followed.
So Appleboy and Tunnygate had swum into each other's spheres of influence, either blown by the dallying winds of chance or drawn by some mysterious animal magnetism, and, being both addicted to the delights of the soporific sport sanctified by Izaak Walton, had raised unto themselves portable temples upon the shores of Long Island Sound in that part of the geographical limits of the Greater City known as Throggs Neck.
Tunnygate was now but a white flicker against the distant sand. His wails had a dying fall: "O o oh!" "Well, we warned him!" remarked Mr. Appleboy to Bashemath with a smile in which, however, lurked a slight trace of apprehension. "We certainly did!" she replied. Then after a moment she added a trifle anxiously: "I wonder what will happen to Andrew!" Tunnygate did not return. Neither did Andrew.
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