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That man ought to have been a sailor! Where'll I find him?" he concluded abruptly, staring round at the circle of somewhat embarrassed faces. "We heard some rumor about this, captain," said the General. "Suppose you come into my office and tell me the whole story?" "Why not right here where they can all hear?" was the instant answer.
When grandma got home, all out of breath, she found Flyaway looking very downcast. Her heart was heavy under so many scoldings. "O, Katie," said grandma, "how could you run away?" "I didn't yun away," replied Flyaway, thrusting her finger into her mouth; "I walked away!" "There, if that isn't a cunning baby, where'll you find one?" whispered brother Horace to Prudy.
"Bring her up to the wind," shouted Tarboe to Bissonnette. The mainsail closed up several points, the Ninety-Nine slackened her pace and edged in closer to the land. "Now, my girl," said Tarboe, "this is how it stands. If we fight, there's someone sure to be hurt, and if I'm hurt, where'll you be?" Bissonnette interposed. "We've got nothing contraband. The gold is ours."
Of course, if you've got anything to say, I'm here to listen, Where'll we go?" Jack turned and led the way into the sitting-room, where he motioned them both to seats. "And now what is the exact amount of your voucher?" he asked, when he had drawn up a chair and sat facing them. McGowan fumbled in his inside pocket and drew forth a slip of paper.
"Now then, where'll we go?" asked Trot. "Anywhere suits me," replied Cap'n Bill. They had walked to the high bluff overlooking the sea, where a gigantic acacia tree stood on the very edge. A seat had been built around the trunk of the tree, for this was a favorite spot for Trot and Cap'n Bill to sit and talk and watch the fleet of fishing boats sail to and from the village.
"Where'll I take him?" he stammered nervously, as he recognized the shrunken figure. "He said something about the General Hospital. He's going fast." "He used to call there, regular," asserted the cabby. "Anybody else git hurt?" "Christ, yes! It's a slaughter-pen up there. Beat it, or he'll cash in before you can get him to the hospital."
Naow here I be, wuth more money in my own right than he's ever been able to scratch together in his life, and I'm jest darned fool enough to resk that money on a game of baseball. I kinder cal'late we're goin' to win that game, but it's jest as Frank says we may lose it. If we do, where'll I be?" "Howld on, Ephie howld on!" exclaimed the young Irishman. "Tell me something, my bhoy." "What is it?"
If it comes to facin' a jury I'll take my chances, but how 'bout you? You, runnin' a town nuisance that the s'lectmen are talkin' of stoppin' already; sellin' rum by the drink when your license says it shan't be sold 'cept by the bottle. Where'll YOUR character land you on a charge of blackmail? "And another thing. The folks in this town knew John Baxter afore he was like what he's been lately.
An' Jim said he never did know what he answered, but it must 'a' been right, fer the doctor grabbed holt of his hand, an' sez: 'Bless my soul! It's little Jimmy Wiggs, all the way from Curryville! "Then they give him his supper, an' Mrs. White sez: 'Where'll he sleep at, Doctor? There ain't no spare bed. Then Jim sez the doctor frowned like ever'thin', an' sez: 'Sleep?
Will but I don't know where'll I set them?" "Couple of boards outside for a table let them sit on boxes or something got plates and things enough?" "My, yes! Plenty of such things, Will." "Then if it ain't too much trouble for you, we'll let it go." "No trouble at all, Will it will be a regular picnic." "Boys, you'll eat with me this day," said Red.
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