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It was Dick who spoke: "Hen, we came near overlooking the fact that this is your chance to get back to your friends. Get on your coat, your cap and mittens, and " "Whatcher talking about?" demanded Dutcher, looking almost startled. "Hey! Mr. Dock!" bellowed Dave, using his hands as a megaphone. The rather distant constable turned to look back. "Please wait!
"Faith, it looks as if there might be some fun after all," whispered Gerald to himself, softly hooting a couple of times and concealing himself behind an upturned boat. "What was that?" asked one of the rowers at the sound of Gerald's call. "Aw, it's nothing but an owl," replied the other. "Whatcher 'fraid of?"
"I hope it was only a dream, Punch," said Pen; "but I had no business to go to sleep like that." "Why not? You waren't on sentry-go; and there was nothing to do." "I ought to have kept awake." "No, you oughtn't. I was jolly glad to see you sleep; and I lay here and thought of what a lot of times you must have kept awake and watched over me when I was so bad, and Here, whatcher going to do?"
"It will go hard," he said to himself, "if I can't forage something else. There are the trout, to begin with. I know I can catch some of them in the shallows, and that too without rod or line. That is," he added, "if we are not found out and marched off as prisoners." "Whatcher thinking about?" said Punch drowsily. "Catching fish, and making a fire to cook them."
The judge was as sober as at the beginning of the feast and with a smile upon his lips in which cynicism was incarnate, waited until the doctor had just begun to snore and then aroused him by another question. "Who is this paragon of virtue to whom you so confidently trust the chastity of your wife?" "This w-w-what?" "This paragon of virtue this ice-cold Adonis?" "Say whatcher mean."
"Well, whatcher going to do!" said Bob at last, with provoking coolness. "You lost the boat, and you've got to find it." "I will try, Bob," said Dexter humbly. "But come and help me." "Help yer? Why should I come and help yer? You lost it, I tell yer." Bob jumped up and doubled his fists. "Now then," he said; "get on, d'yer hear? get on get on!"
"Yes, comrade, and," Punch hesitated for a moment, and then with an effort "so have I." "I am glad of it," sighed Pen. Then he winced, for he had made an effort to rise, but sank back again, feeling faint. "Help me, Punch," he said. "Whatcher want?" "To sit up with my back against the tree." Punch hesitated, and then obeyed. "Ah, that's better," sighed Pen. "I am not much hurt."
Here I've just wrote down three rings, and she's only got one, an' that a cheap fake. Shut up, Kid, you'll make me drop blots next! Cut it out, it ain't as if she was your sister " Hereupon Spike started and lifted a twitching face. "My sister!" he repeated, "my sister whatcher mean? My God, Chip, Hermy could never come to that!" And shivering violently, Spike turned and stumbled out of the shack.
"Then just you tumble on to some one else next time," growled Bob, sitting up rubbing himself, and then yawning loudly. "Why, hulloa! Whatcher been doing of now?" "I? Nothing Bob." "Yes, you have. You've got the boat aground." "I I didn't indeed, Bob. It went like that all of itself," stammered Dexter. "Went all of itself! You are a fellow to leave to manage a boat.
She snapped the words broke them crisp and sharp with pardonable irritation and spirit. "Oh indeed I'm not worrying meself. I'm sorry to have made you so offended like it's no affair of mine. I'm quite aware of that only that I thought, seeing you've been here nigh on two years and never gone out by yourself before like I was only just making whatcher might call friendly inquiry about it see?"