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As she reached it it opened. "It was only hooked," said Emily. "Come in, Auntie. Come in quick!" Thankful had not waited for the invitation; she was in already. She took the lantern from her relative's hand. Then she shut the door behind her. "Whew!" she exclaimed. "If it don't seem good to get under cover, real cover! What sort of a place is this, anyhow, Emily?" "I don't know.
"'What's the matter with you, Jeff? says the kid, opening his eyes wide. "'Snickenwitzel! I repeats, and I spat, the word out. 'I saw a man to-day from your town, and he told me your name. I'm not surprised you was ashamed to tell it. Snickenwitzel! Whew! "'Ah, here, now, says the boy, indignant and wriggling all over, 'what's the matter with you? That ain't my name. It's Conyers.
"The commissioner sent 'em up to me from Regina. Nothing like a good cigar on a dreary day like this. Whew, listen to the wind straight from Medicine Hat!"
Don't it rile ye up to think of a man like that bein' bought and sold and pounded around like a steer? It ain't decent." "It's king work; it isn't democracy," Harry answered. "We've got to put an end to it." "Say, who's that?" Brimstead asked, as he pointed to a pair of horsemen hurrying down the distant road. "It's Biggs and his servant," Harry answered. "Whew!
"Whew!" whistled one of the diver's helpers. He knew what that record meant. "If you'll let me, I'll go down without a suit," offered Joe. "I'm not saying I can save your man, but I simply can't stand here and let him die without making an effort." "Good for you!" cried one of the pump-men. "Some of us tried to go down, but we couldn't fetch that far, not being able to hold our breath.
Giddings and his son wiped their hot brows as they handed the plane over to its makers. "Whew!" said Bob, "that little mule has got a lot of pull to her." "That she has," supplemented his father. "What sort of material is her frame made of?" "Balsa-wood," said John. "I never heard of that. Is it something new?"
The three others who heard this startling fact for the first time stared at Owen, as if hardly able to grasp the full dimensions of the calamity that threatened their pet project. Steve was, as usual, the first to recover from the sudden shock. "Whew! that sounds like a tough deal, fellows!" he remarked, with a grimace.
"Whew!" said I, as soon as I could get my breath from this extraordinary shower bath; "what's all this?" My wife came running towards the cow yard, as I stood with the milk streaming from my hair, filling my eyes, and dropping from the tip of my nose; and she and Biddy performed a recitative lamentation over me in alternate strophes, like the chorus in a Greek tragedy.
They must have heard about a fine house lying idle here, and have come to camp out for a spell. You can see they've got a chicken dangling by the neck, and some old tomato cans they mean to make coffee in. Whew! but they are a tough looking pair, I tell you." Alec looked, and sniffed disdainfully. "Here's where we're up against it good and hard, fellows," he remarked, softly.
"Do, do try and speak low," I whispered; "or we shall both be found out I'm stowing away myself!" "Whew, laddie! How long will ye have been in Liverpool?" "Only to-day. How long have you been here?" "A week, and a sore week too." "You've no friends here, have you?" "Freens, did ye say? I've no freens nearer than Scotland." "You must have had a hard time of it," I whispered. "Ye may say so.
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