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Sam wasn't with Andy, yet Andy evidently knew where Sam was, or he wouldn't have been so anxious to choke off talk. Mr. Foger knew nothing of Sam, naturally. But why have Andy and his father been on a midnight trip to Waterfield?" That last question caused Tom to adopt a new line of thought. "Waterfield," he mused. "That's where Mr. Damon lives. Mr. Damon is a heavy depositor in the old bank. Mr.
You owes me a penny twopence 'twor sich a ugly job! Ain't shiny? I'll come back and shine ye for another penny. Good mornin', Jim Crow! Take my adwice, and don't on no account apply your winegar afore you've opened your hoyster. Likeways: Butter don't melt on a cold tater. Exit. Exit JAMES into the house, banging the door. Enter WATERFIELD, followed by BILL. Bill.
Wakefield Damon lived in the neighboring town of Waterfield, and spent much time at Tom's home, often going on trips with him in various vehicles of the land, sea or air. As related in the various volumes of this series, Tom was not content to remain on earth. He built a speedy motor boat, and then secured an airship, following that with a submarine.
Damon, with many blessings also accompanied them, going to his home in Waterfield. Later it was learned that the other boats from the RESOLUTE had been picked up, and the sailors and guests were all saved.
You can't ride it for some time, I'm afraid, Mr. er " and Tom stopped in some confusion, for he realized that he did not know the man's name. "I beg your pardon for not introducing myself before," went on the stranger. "I'm Wakefield Damon, of Waterfield. But don't worry about me riding that machine again. I never shall." "Oh, perhaps " began Mr. Swift. "No, I never shall," went on Mr.
Ivvery body seems to mane something, and nobory to say it. Bill. Never you mind, daddy! "Bill's been. All right." That's your ticket. I'm off. Exit. THOMAS gets up, and walks about, murmuring to himself. A knock at the door. Tho. Somebory after mo again! Aw'll geet eawt ov th' way. Enter WATERFIELD. Wat. Nobody here! I am unlucky. "Not at home," said the rascal, and grinned, by Jove!
Col. G. You sit down. I'll be with you presently. Tho. Aw're noan likely to goo, maister. Enter MRS. C. Crosses to room door. Enter WATERFIELD. They talk. Ger. William! I don't want them. Col. G. Sit here one moment, sir. Mrs. Arthur, what can ? Col. Let him rest a bit, ma'am, if you please. He's been out for the first time. Mrs. C. At night! and in a fog! A pretty nurse you are! Poor boy! Col.
And you drop in on the way at the Waterfield. dairy not Jenkins's: Jenkins's milk ain't good enough for them and tell 'em to send round two penn'orth of fresh this very minnit, do y'ear, John, this very minnit, as it's extremely pertickler.
He meant to help his friend; but he did not propose to rig the wires so that anybody, even a chicken thief, would be seriously injured by the electric current passing through the strands. "I'll come down to Waterfield tomorrow in the electric runabout and fix things up for you. Get a permit from the Electric Supply Company early in the morning. Tell them I will rig the thing myself.
"The way he ran when Koku started after him that time on the Waterfield Road seemed to prove that he didn't want to mix with Koku." "If he or other spies learns that Koku is with the Hercules Three-Oughts-One, it ought to warn them away from the locomotive." This was Ned's final speech before getting into his berth.
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