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After about half an hour of oblivion the Boy started up with the drowsy impression that a flying spark from the dying fire had set their stuff ablaze. No. But surely the fire had been made up again and he rubbed the sleep out of his incredulous eyes yes, Muckluck was standing there! "What in thunder!" he began. "Wh-what is it?" "It is me." "I can see that much. But what brings you here?"
Only if you d-do n't, I 'm a-goin' t-ter git out o' yere." She remained silent, motionless, her telltale face shadowed, only the quick rise and fall of the bosom evidencing emotion. The man looked at her helplessly, his mouth setting firm, his eyes becoming filled with sudden doubt. "W-well, Mercedes," he stuttered, unable to restrain himself, "wh-what is it?"
There was, in the eyes, also a light that made Ted creepy. "S-s-say, wh-what do you want?" stammered Teall. "So you are a thief, and at work?" inquired the man, who had rested a thin but rather strong hand on Ted's shoulder. "A thief?" Teall repeated indignantly. "No, sir! And nothing like it, either." "Is all the clothing in there yours?" demanded the stranger sternly.
"Si, señor," the words faltering forth, almost as if in mockery of his own hesitating speech. "Once I said maybe I show you. I not know how den now I know." "Sh-show me, little girl in God's n-name, show me wh-what?" "Eef eet vas true dat I lofe you, señor. Now you tink eet vas so; now you all'ays know vat vas in de heart of Mercedes. Dis bettah vay as talk, señor nevah you doubt no more."
"I thought so," said the chauffeur, and even in their excitement they had time to look in surprise at his back. "Wh-what did you think?" stammered Betty. "That you were the girls up at the Hostess House that everybody is talking about," he told her, while the girls fairly gasped with surprise at this proof of their widespread fame.
About noon, ship-time, she asked, "When will we get to Orede?" Calhoun told her absently, as if he were thinking of something else. "What what do you think happened there? I mean, to make that tragedy in the ship." "I don't know," said Calhoun. "But I disagree with the authorities on Weald. I don't think it was a planned atrocity of the blueskins." "Wh-what are blueskins?" asked the girl.
"Wh-what did he say?" gasped Jimmy, at length. "Did you hear it the same as I did, Herb?" "He said Robert Layton, all right!" exclaimed Herb. "What do you suppose " But here he was interrupted by the well known voice of their friend. "Give me a pencil!" exclaimed Herb. "I'll guess those before the answers come, or die trying. We can't let Bob get away with this altogether."
"Wh-what did you say?" asked Laura when she could get her breath. "I said," said Billie, speaking very distinctly and enjoying the sensation she had caused, "that Aunt Beatrice left me a haunted house." "Th-then I wasn't dreaming," stammered Violet, while Laura just continued to stare. "Is th-that all, Billie?" "Isn't that enough?" asked Billie, just as her father had done a few hours before.
"Betty!" he cried, with eyes for only one of them. "Wh what are you doing here?" "Just what you're doing," said Betty with spirit, though she was blushing furiously. "Helping Uncle Sam!" "But wh-what?" stammered Allen, while Mrs. Watson looked on in amazement. "Wh-why didn't you let a fellow know?"
The hand that held the paper was trembling, and the other hand reached out like a great claw, and fastened itself in the neck of Peter's coat, and drew it together until Peter was squeezed tight. "You threw that bomb!" hissed the man. "Wh-what?" gasped Peter, his voice almost fainting. "B-b-bomb?"
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