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'How did you happen to be short? he said. 'It was rotten luck. It was like this. We were altering our team after the Sussex match, to bring in Ballard, Keene, and Willis. They couldn't get down to Brighton, as the 'Varsity had a match, but there was nothing on for them in the last half of the week, so they'd promised to roll up.
Progress was slow, for the snow was deep in places. At the old tumbled-down cabin the trail turned and ran up the mountain side. Willis felt a strange pounding at his heart. The noise on the mountain had stopped, but every now and then he heard the sound of voices from somewhere up in the timber. As they reached the last turn in the trail, the two figures came into view.
"Are you there?" once again came in Archer's voice, followed by the astounding phrase, "I see you brought up that stuff last night." "Yes, I brought up two hundred and fifty," was Benson's amazing reply. Inspector Willis gasped. He could scarcely believe his ears. So he had been tricked after all!
She would pawn the ring to someone, and trust to her lucky star to get it back before she returned to Lavender House. She knew well that Mrs. Willis would ask her for it as soon as ever she went back to school. Mrs. Willis was a person who never forgot: big things and small things alike found a place in her memory; but long before then Annie would, of course, have the ring in her possession.
You haven't got over it yet, I see. I thought we should have buried you, too, when he died; for never did I see a child grieve so." "Mrs. Wood, who keeps the walks so clean, and the evergreens so nicely cut?" "My Willis, to be sure. The gentleman that came here and fixed everything last December, paid Willis one hundred dollars to attend to it, and keep the weeds down.
The port side of the ship was, as on previous occasions, in complete darkness, and Willis jerked the ladder as a signal to the others to follow him. In a few seconds the fourteen men stood like shadows on the lower deck. Then Willis, tiptoeing forward, began to climb the ladder to the bridge deck, just as Hilliard had done some four months earlier.
They do not carry an almanack in their pockets, do they?" "Well," remarked Willis, "parrots do say and do odd things. I heard of one that once frightened away a burglar, by screaming out, 'The Campbells are coming; so, Miss Wolston, perhaps yours does keep a log." "By counting its knuckles," suggested Jack.
They had engaged a private sitting-room at their hotel, and after dinner they retired thither to discuss their plan of campaign. "I wish," said Willis, when they had talked for some moments, "that you would tell me something about how this liquor distribution business is worked. It's outside my job, and I'm not clear on the details. If I understood I could perhaps help you better."
Nathaniel P. Willis wrote a stirring campaign song, and at the request of Thurlow Weed, the writer of these reminiscences wrote a campaign life of the General, large editions of which were published at Boston and at Albany for gratuitous distribution. It ignored the General's views on the anti-slavery question.
I think, sir, that any jury would consider this accumulation of proof conclusive." "It does seem rather strong," said the broker, gravely. "I compliment you on the way you have summed up, Mr. Ford." Willis Ford looked much gratified. He was susceptible to flattery, and he was additionally pleased, because, as he thought, Mr. Reynolds was impressed by the weight of evidence.
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