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Seumas Beg got out of that difficulty for a while by learning to whistle their notes, but, even so, they spoke with such rapidity that he could not by any means keep pace with them. Brigid could only whistle one note; it was a little flat "whoo" sound, which the birds all laughed at, and after a few trials she refused to whistle any more.
The smaller machines made a reasonable noise; their straps hummed over the drums, every now and then the brushes buzzed and fizzled, and the air churned steadily, whoo! whoo! whoo! between their poles. One was loose in its foundations and kept the shed vibrating.
"Whoo!" rejoined Snowball, with a slightly derisive inclination of the head; "why for no seem nat'ral? De frigate hersef she sleep on de water widout sails set, not eben a stitch ob her canvas. Well, den: why no dem frigate-birds in de air? What de water am to de ship de air am to de birds. What hinder 'em to take dar nap up yonner, 'ceptin' when dar's a gale ob wind?
Howandiver, do you go an; but, naboklish! what'll ye have?" "'Jig Polthouge, Barny: but on your wrist ma bouchal, or Katty will lave us both ut o' sight in no time. Whoo! success! clear the coorse. Well done, Barny! That's the go." When the youngsters had danced for some time, the fathers and mothers of the village were called upon "to step out."
"'Who may you be? hissed the owl, and glared with its fiery eyes into the cleft. "'We come from Hencastle, where there are hundreds of mice, who devour our corn day and night. "'Whoo hoo! I'll come, I'll come, screamed the owl, snapping its beak with pleasure.
"Doesn't the gintleman identify you, you villain," replied one of the turnkeys; "an' isn't the Square's letther in your favor?" "Villain, is id!" exclaimed Phelim. "An' from a hangman's cousin, too, we're to bear this! eh? Take that, anyhow, an' maybe you'll get more when you don't expect it. Whoo! Success, Phelim! There's blood in you still, abouchal!"
A little wind whispered in the pines and a branch creaked, but there came no sound of movement from the lion. "I reckon I plugged him right!" muttered Pete. "Wonder what made Jim light out in sech a hurry?" And, "Hey, Jim!" he called. From far below came a faint Whoo! Halloo! Then the words separate and distinct: "I got your horse." "I got a lion," called Pete shrilly.
He regarded Oldershaw's remarks as no more of an interruption than the chorus of the frogs. Oldershaw's blood began to boil, and he had a queer prickly sensation at the back of his neck. Whoo, but there'd have to be a pretty good shine in a minute, he said to himself. This man Palgrave must be taught. He marched up to Joan and held out his arm. "We may as well get back," he said.
The ford was deep, with a swift current. Here and there a bald butte stood out in full relief against the brilliant blue sky. "Whoo! whoo!" came the blood-curdling signal of danger from the front. It was no unfamiliar sound the rovers knew it only too well. It meant sudden death or at best a cruel struggle and frantic flight.
'Whoo-oop! bow your neck and spread, for the kingdom of sorrow's a- coming! Hold me down to the earth, for I feel my powers a-working! whoo- oop! I'm a child of sin, don't let me get a start! Smoked glass, here, for all! Don't attempt to look at me with the naked eye, gentlemen!
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