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Wat burst into the opened room first, Grim right behind him. Hilary brought up the rear, Grim's great bulk blotting out for the moment any view of the interior. There was a sudden gasp a girl's voice. "Wh What does this mean?" She was tremulous, yet unafraid. Hilary stopped suddenly as though brought up against a solid wall. His heart pounded madly. That voice but it was utterly impossible!
"Remember, they are not so accustomed to riding as you two are." This caution was uttered just in time, for Horace was in the very act of yanking the youthful commander by the foot when his father spoke. Not long did it take to prepare the food, and Bill was just pouring the coffee when Mr. Wilder aroused his guests. "Wh what is it?" gasped Larry, sitting up and staring about him dazedly.
Earthmen all, with here and there the grotesque huge bulk of a Mercutian who had failed to hear the warning signal. The bodies were scorched, blackened. Raw agony appeared on contorted desperate faces. It was not good to look upon. "Wh what has happened?" Grim gasped, his breath coming heavily. "Just a little pleasantry of the Mercutians," Hilary said bitterly. He looked upward.
A thin squeal answered her, and she drew back, her skin contracting in a shudder, even to the roots of her hair. For, putting out her hand, she had touched flesh naked, human flesh. "Wh who are you?" she stammered, drawing back her fingers. "I'm the Fat Lady," quavered a voice. "Oh, help me! I'm wedged here and can't move!" "Gin a body meet a body."
Straight into the big young man's ready arms she dived, and the petrified and stricken occupant of the dizzy plank heard her muffled voice quaver: "Wh wh wh why didn't you come before?" To which the young giant responded in gallingly protective tones: "You little idiot!" The door closed after them.
He awoke with a snort, then sat bolt upright, peering in the dark. "Wh -who's there?" he demanded hoarsely. "A committee on class honor, Mr. Dodge," replied Furlong, while Anstey added, with ironic politeness: "Don't be alahmed, suh. We do not believe you to be possessed, suh, of any of the commodity of which we are in search."
Lige brought his brawny hand down with a resounding whack, squarely between Tad's shoulders, which operation he repeated several times with increasing force. "On ouch!" yelled Tad, suddenly finding his voice under the guide's heroic treatment. "Wh where am I?" "You're in the woods.
"Wh what what would I be spyin' on you for? Wh what reason would I have for doin' it?" "No good reason; because I have no intention of visiting our new neighbors none whatever. That being understood, perhaps you'll shut the door and keep it shut." Seth looked sheepish and guilty. "Well," he said, after a moment's reflection, "I beg your pardon. But I couldn't help feelin' kind of uneasy.
"I'm talking about that land-slide what do you mean?" laughed John, beginning to understand that Jeb was worried over something other than the Grizzly experience. "Wh y Ah'm meanin' that widder! It's leap-year, you know."
Something's happened to me, old fellow, something that's sobered me more than I ever would 'a' thought anything could. I want to tell you because I can trust you with a secr' wh' what's the matter, did I hurt your wound?
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