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"They'll hardly carry us over to-morrow, and I only got a couple from the canoe with the troll. We've gained nothing by stopping here, and time's precious." "A sure thing," Lisle agreed, beginning to clean the trout. "We'll tackle the portage as soon as it's light to-morrow. Where's Jake?" "Gone off to look for a deer," was the answer.
"Give me my life," she said, "and I'll tell you where you'll get your brother again, and his hound and horse." "Where's that?" said Bill. "Do you see that rod over the fire?" said she; "take it down and go outside the door where you'll see three green stones, and strike them with the rod, for they are your brother, and his horse and hound, and they'll come to life again."
If he isn't a chief he ought to be one. And there's the Hail-Storm. He's nothing but a boy, to be sure; but he's bound to be a chief one of these days!" Just then we passed between two of the lodges, and entered the great area of the village. Superb naked figures stood silently gazing on us. "Where's the Bad Wound's lodge?" said I to Reynal. "There, you've missed it again!
There was a rascally smile on his white face as he turned round, and looking sharply out from under his thick red eyebrows, bent his ear towards the door, and listened. 'Why, how's this? muttered the Jew: changing countenance; 'only two of 'em? Where's the third? They can't have got into trouble. Hark! The footsteps approached nearer; they reached the landing.
Presently, the bows hit the side, at which Perigal clutched at the growth on the bank. "Step ashore quickly," he cried. "It's beginning to let in water." "How exciting!" remarked Mavis, as she stepped on to the bank. "Just wait till I tie her up." "Where's Jill?" asked Mavis suddenly. "Isn't she with you?" "See if she's in the river."
That judge looks funny, doesn't he, with a rubber overcoat on and the sun shining? See, he's telling them: "One bucket more." They'll let 'em have another trial, of course.... No? Oh, that's an outrage. That' s not fair. The Caledonias will get it now.... Yes, sir, they did get it. Oh, well, accidents will happen. What? "Where's Caledonia now?" Well, they got it by a fluke.
Terribly excited little boys were about everywhere whistling and calling for each other as the crowd separated them. They watched the fire for some time, standing on a pile of boards in front of a half-built house, but as it dwindled they wearied of it. "Want to go?" asked Vandover at last. "Yes," answered Ida, "we might as well. Oh, where's Bessie and Ellis?" They were nowhere to be seen.
Brookenham, who had remained quite on her own side of the room, explained to her friend. "Where's he off to?" this friend enquired with a casual advance and a look not so much at her hostess as at the cushions just rearranged. "Oh to some places. To Brander to-day." "How he does run about!"
"The man who came here last Saturday night was Mr. Frederick Hollis, solicitor, of South Square, Gray's Inn, London. That's established, I take it, Starmidge?" "Seems so," agreed the detective. "Then the next question is Where's he got to?" said Polke. "I think the next question is Has anybody ever heard of him in connection with Mr. Horbury, or the Chestermarkes?" observed Starmidge.
"And now, sir," says I, "I must first acknowledge your generosity." "Nonsensical nonsense!" cries Cluny. "Where's the generosity? This is just a most unfortunate affair; but what would ye have me do boxed up in this bee-skep of a cage of mine but just set my friends to the cartes, when I can get them? And if they lose, of course, it's not to be supposed " And here he came to a pause.
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