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Updated: June 28, 2025
The trees had grown close, and had interlaced their somewhat twisty branches, so that the general impression was that of one great tree supported on several stems. The pure beauty of these very tall and very stately trees, thus grouped and with every twig sharply outlined, I shall always remember.
Kendric spent lavishly and at the end was highly satisfied with the result. As the New Moon staggered out to sea under an offshore blow, he and Twisty Barlow foregathered in the cabin over the solitary luckily smuggled bottle of champagne. "The day is auspicious," said Kendric, his rumpled hair on end, his eyes as bright as the dancing water slapping against their hull.
Taine looked at him with a curious, half-doubtful half-wistful expression; as though she glimpsed a hint of a meaning that did not appear upon the surface of his words. "You do say such such twisty things," she murmured. "I don't think I always understand what you mean; but when you look at me that way, I feel as though my maid had neglected to finish hooking me up."
"Isn't it fun, Father!" said Marjorie, as she held tightly to his arm. "Yes, and there's a fine view to-day." He pointed out many famous buildings, and when they neared a large hotel, he said: "We'll have to get out, Midge. I shall pine away with hunger before another block." "Out we go!" was the reply, and they clambered down the twisty stair.
Ordinarily the Indian water carrier, or bhisti, is attired more nearly after the manner described in Kipling's poem: "The uniform 'e wore Was nothing much before An' rather less than 'arf o' that be'ind. For a twisty piece o' rag and a goatskin leather bag Was all the field equipment 'e could find."
"Headlong, old mate," said Twisty Barlow once, laying his knotty hand on Kendric's arm, "by the livin' Gawd that made us, I'd like to go a-journeyin' with the likes of you again. And I know the land that's waitin' for the pair of us. Into San Diego we go and there we take a certain warped and battered old stem-twister the owner calls a schooner.
Two hours later he was in the saddle, riding knee to knee with Twisty Barlow, headed for San Diego Bay and a man's adventure. "In which, praise be," he muttered under his breath, "there is no room for women."
"Where do you think he is now, Mamma?" Wuff-Wuff would ask. "Oh, I don't know," Mrs. Pig answered. "And will he ever come back to us?" asked Twisty Tail. "Perhaps, some day. I hope so," said Mrs. Pig, sort of sighing. "Oh, yes, I think he will," said Mr. Pig. "When he gets quite large the boy will get tired of having him for a pet, and perhaps bring him back."
He saw that though Barlow had once more command of his features, there was still a feverish gleam in his eyes. And, further, that with rising impatience Barlow was waiting for him. "Come alive, Twisty, old mate," Kendric called to him. "Limber up and give us a good old deep-sea chantey!" Twisty stood where he was, eyeing him curiously. "I want to talk to you, Jim," he said.
"You're talking about tomorrow or next day, Twisty," he laughed, filling his deep lungs contentedly. "I've had a bellyful of mañana-talk here of late. All I'm interested in is tonight." He rattled some loose coins in his pocket. "I've got money in my pocket, man!" he cried, jumping to his feet. "Come ahead. I stake every man jack of you to ten dollars and any man who wins treats the house."
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