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Why, man, I haven't seen you since the day you nearly killed Black Baruk, and cost me a cool hundred by doing it." How they roared on the coach. "Smoked! Smoked, by Gad!" they yelled. "It's Jack Harrison the bruiser! Lord Frederick was going to take on the ex-champion. Give him one on the apron, Fred, and see what happens."
"Phw! what a stench!" gasped Dick Bush, falling back a step or two. "That's a skunk!" yelled Giant. "Get out of the way -unless you want your clothing ruined!" The offensive odor was now so powerful in that vicinity that nearly all of the young hunters fell hack to another position some distance away. In the meantime the skunk ran for the bushes and disappeared from view. "Oh, dear!
But he had no trouble disposing of the juicy beefsteak and boiled potatoes and beans and hot biscuits that Tex, the boss, piled upon his plate. After dinner the cowboys resumed work. "Stand heah by the fire, kid," said Tex. Then Pan saw a calf being dragged across the ground. A mounted cowboy held the rope. "The brand!" he yelled.
Around the sleigh were a dozen men and boys, who had been convoked by the cry of "FELL' CITIZENS!" More men and more boys were seen coming in the distance. As the four lessees of the sleigh approached him, the Captain again yelled, "FELL' CITIZENS!" "For heaven's sake, stop, Captain!" cried Quigg.
The line slipped off and I was afraid of the drag. I threw it off no easy matter with that weight on it and then the line whistled. The sailfish was running straight toward B.'s boat and, I calculated, should be close to it. "Sam," I yelled, "watch him! If he jumps he'll jump into that boat!"
We lined up in as good formation as possible, and our sergeant, who was very proud of himself and of us mostly himself majestically called us to attention. "From the left, number!" he gave the command. Such a feat, of course, is an impossibility. "From the right, Sergeant," yelled old Bill. "No," answered the sergeant, "from the left." The crowd roared and the sergeant raved.
Why, don't you know that when the Bourke people die they send back for their blankets?" The saved brother glared round. "I hear a freethinker speaking, my friends," he said. Then, with sudden inspiration and renewed energy, "I hear the voice of a freethinker. Show me the face of a freethinker," he yelled, glaring round like a hunted, hungry man.
Suddenly Neale heard the soft thud of lead striking flesh. His horse leaped with a piercing snort of terror, and Neale thought he was going down. But he recovered, and went plunging on, still swift and game, though with uneven gait. Larry yelled. His red face flashed back over his shoulder. He saw something was wrong with Neale's horse and he pulled his own.
There was a great deal of excitement around him, for the straw was now blazing in many places and the peanuts and wagon were all in flames. "Come away, Tum Tum!" called his keeper. "Fire! Fire! Fire!" yelled the peanut man. "Bring water here, somebody!" shouted another man. "Get a pail! Get a pail!" one of the boys yelled. "Call out the fire engines!" said another.
Even as Bert and Dick stood watching in amazement, a muffled shout arose above the general uproar that they both recognized. "That was Tom's voice for a million!" yelled Bert, and without another word the two friends made a dash for the door that evidently led to the floor above. Without hesitating to find out whether or not it was locked they crashed against it.
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