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'Oh, the devil! exclaimed Watchorn, pulling up short in a perfect agony of despair. 'Oh, the devil! repeated he in a lower tone, as Mr. Sponge approached. 'Where's there a gate? roared our friend, skating up. 'Gate! there's never a gate within a mile, and that's locked, replied Watchorn sulkily. 'Then here goes! replied Mr.
"Yes, it is," retorted the jeweler in an ungracious tone, "and I want to know who's been interfering with my affairs, and where's the diamond bracelet that Jordan boy stole from me?" "This lad stole no bracelet from you, Mr. Mace," said Professor Elliott positively, and placing his hand on Frank's shoulder. "Hello! There's a scheme to cheat me and save him, is there?" flared out the jeweler.
You haven't had your lunch." "I don't want any." Belle caught Kate's arm: "Now you just hold on. What's the matter? Is it Laramie?" Belle must have read her face for she answered nothing, only tried to get away. "But, child!" she exclaimed. "Where's your coat wait till I bring it and your gloves!" Kate paused at the door. In a minute Belle came running back: "He's gone, absolutely.
He went to the door and stood looking out, his face sour as one may expect a face to be when thoughts of loss are behind it. "Where's Mary V?" he turned abruptly to ask of Bill. "Mary V? Why, I guess she went home. Said something about takin' a picture of some darn thing; she never come on with the boys to camp, anyhow." "She didn't go foolin' off with Tex, did she?" "Tex?
"He would have knowed me at once if it hadn't been for my new clothes," said Dick. "I don't look much like Ragged Dick now." "I suppose your face looked familiar." "All but the dirt," said Dick, laughing. "I don't always have the chance of washing my face and hands in the Astor House." "You told me," said Frank, "that there was a place where you could get lodging for five cents. Where's that?"
When the old man vouchsafed no more than a nod to his question, the prospector inquired: "Where's Poleon? I've got news for him from the creek." "I don't know; he's gone." "Back soon?" "I don't know. Why?" "His laymen have give up. They've cross-cut his ground and the pay ain't there, so they've quit work for good." "He drew a blank, eh?" "Worse'n that three of them.
He was pale as ashes, all trembling, out of breath, for he'd run up the hill. And he came to the bedside, but Mitch was dreaming again, drifting and dreaming, and talking about boats, about money, about Hamlet, about treasure, about pale kings and warriors and death-pale princes. But pretty soon he says, "Where's my pa? Is he never comin'?" "I'm here," said Mr. Miller.
Come and sit down." "Will the horses stand here?" asked Kalman, whose sense of responsibility deepened as he became aware of Mackenzie's growing incapacity. Mackenzie laughed pleasantly. "Will they stand? Yes, and that they will, unless they will lie down." Kalman approached and regarded him with the eye of an expert. "Look here, where's your stuff?" said the boy at length.
It was on the turn; and as the vessel caught the wind, it yielded to the impetus, and moved through the water, heading across the bay towards the New Brunswick shore, in such a line as to pass near to that cape which has already been spoken of. "If the wind holds out," said Captain Corbet, "so as to carry us past Cape d'Or, we can drift up with this tide." "Where's Cape d'Or?"
Tarbox felt a sneaking maternal pity for this suddenly stricken Strephon. "She's gone home," she added more gently "went at sun-up this mornin'." "Home," repeated Brice. "Where's that?" Mrs. Tarbox looked at her husband and hesitated. Then she said a little in her old manner "Her uncle's." "Can you direct me the way there?" asked Brice simply.
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