After a brief perusal, he laid his hand on Hal's shoulder. "You have done well," he said quietly. "I shall not forget it. You may go now, for I doubt not that your friend is greatly worried over you. I will say this: You have rendered an invaluable service to England one that the King shall hear of.

She did not look at him, but he was clearly aware that she was worried and would not let him read it in her eyes. "It's all right, Charlotte," he assured her. "I just want some things up there at the hut, for the couch, that's all." "You ain't goin' to sleep up there, be you?" she asked quietly. Charlotte, he knew, had felt his mood. She saw he was on edge. "No," he said, "I shall be right back.

"He was at sea the last I heard, and I suppose Marcy and his mother are greatly worried about him. And well they may be; for of course we'll have a big fleet of privateers afloat within a month after war is declared. But, father, do you think there is going to be a war?" "I am sure of it," answered Mr. Gray. "And it will be fought on Southern soil?" "It will."

Burgess rapped with his gavel, and said: "Let us not forget the proprieties due. There has evidently been a mistake somewhere, but surely that is all. If Mr. Wilson gave me an envelope and I remember now that he did I still have it." He took one out of his pocket, opened it, glanced at it, looked surprised and worried, and stood silent a few moments.

Pearson said distinct the last time that if the skipper ever missed his ship again it would be his last trip in her, and he told me afore the old man that I wasn't to wait two minutes at any time, but to bring her out right away." "He's an old fool," said Bill Loch, the other hand; "and nobody'll miss him but the boy, and he's been looking reg'lar worried all the morning.

"You're sure it was Lomax?" Muller asked sharply. "Sure I'm sure. Sam, he was acting queer lately. He was worried. Told me he saw something, and he was going to know for sure. He borrowed my switch-blade knife that my wife gave me. And he went out looking for something. Then I heard him a-running, and I looked up, and there was this guy, chasing him. Sure, I seen him with my own eyes."

This gentleman came across the gangway from the hulk on board of which we were all berthed while our own ship was fitting out. He seemed in a great heat, as if something had put him out very much indeed, looking worried beyond endurance. "Captain Nesbitt, sir," said he to the commander, touching his cap like the others, "what am I to do, sir?"

I thought you'd die that night. But in the morning I had a little hope. I had forgotten the horses. But luckily they didn't stray far. I caught them and kept them down in the gorge. When your wounds closed and you began to breathe stronger I thought you'd get well quick. It was fever that put you back. You raved a lot, and that worried me, because I couldn't stop you.

It seemed to Steve that nothing was going right these days. Here was he, chafing at his inability to open his heart to Mamie. Here was Kirk, obviously in trouble. And a smaller thing, but of interest, as showing how universal the present depression was there was Bailey Bannister, equally obviously much worried over something or other.

It was the most reckless, suicidal act I ever heard of!" Uncle John looked worried. He had never told any of them of Dr. Gys' strange remark during their first interview, but he had not forgotten it.