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He drank greedily from the bottle, spilling a little over his chin. "Say, is your face badly cut up, Al?" "No, it's just scotched, skin's off; looks like beefsteak, I reckon.... Ever been to Strasburg?" "No." "Man, that's the town. And the girls in that costume.... Whee!" "Say, you're from San Francisco, aren't you?" "Sure."
'Tis true, for our diversion, sometimes we write, but we ne'er regard wit. I write, but I never write any wit. "SERVANT. How then, sir? "SIR COURTLY. I write like a gentleman, soft and easy." And thou alone shall have from me Jimminy, Gomminy, whee, whee, whee, The Gomminy, Jimminy, whee."
Cadger started to struggle but another man must have joined the first, for he was knocked unconscious by a cruel blow, that's left his face all bloody and after that he didn't know a thing for an hour or two." "Whee! you've got me all worked up with your story, Chief," said Andy again. "I can just seem to see the whole thing happening.
"Whee, won't it be great!" chuckled Dan, in an undertone, as he stepped over to his seconds. "Give me that towel, Dave. I can rub myself off." While Dan was dressing, and Quimby was doing the same, one of the seconds of the youngster class came over, accompanied by the timekeeper. "Mister, you really do fight as though you enjoyed it," remarked the latter. "But I don't," denied Dan.
By degrees he managed to whip his forces into the shape he wanted before he gave the warning signal that the fun was about to commence. "Whee!" Billy was saying half to himself as he stared at the bustling scene, "but wouldn't it be great if only we'd been asked to put on some suits like those fellows are wearing, and have a chance to climb up the ladders?
"Oh, they've got a lot of sheets, and a frame to rig up on Bert Dodge's shoulders. With the frame above him, and covered with sheets, Bert will make a 'ghost' about ten feet high." "What else?" pressed Dick. "Well, they've got a queer kind of whistle they can blow on, and it makes a long, loud moan, or a wail," explained Hen. "Whee! It gave me the creepy shivers the first time I heard it."
"You'd better get to bed now, Harry," Reade advised his chum. "There can be no telling how soon I'll need to call you up, and you ought to have some sleep first." "You look for trouble to break to-night?" Harry asked. "Between now and daylight," said Tom simply. "Whee! I'd like to stay up with you."
"Whee!" exclaimed Scraps, clasping her padded hands in ecstacy, "that'll do for me to live in, all right. No more of the Munchkin Country for these patches and no more of the Crooked Magician!" "Why, you belong to Dr. Pipt," replied Ojo, looking at her in amazement. "You were made for a servant, Scraps, so you are personal property and not your own mistress." "Bother Dr. Pipt!
"Whee jiz I mean jee whiz!" spluttered Harry. "Are you going to let that fellow do you. The sophs will never get over it if you do. Hear 'em laugh!" "Don't worry," smiled Frank. "This is the beginning. There must be an ending." "Do him do him, Bruce!" fiercely whispered Hartwick in the ear of his principal. "It's plain enough that you can." "I think I can," said Bruce, confidently.
"I've brought Henry for you to take care of, and all you've got to do is to carry out what I tell you." Learning that he was not followed, he faced the door, and said, "Come in, Henry." Johnson entered. "Whee!" shrieked Mrs. Williams. She almost achieved a back somersault.
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