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"He wouldn't jot down a fountain in Bronx Park because he didn't have a fountain pen " "You're crazy!" Pee-wee shouted. "He went into a store and asked for the handbook and when they told him they didn't have one he asked for the feetbook. He thinks the feetbook has got all the daring feats in it. He " "Don't you believe him," Pee-wee yelled.
Suddenly he leaped upon his chair and yelled: "Throw 'im out!" He did not use the finger of scorn upon the master, or even look in his direction. He merely glared at the audience and commanded it to "Throw 'im out!" "We are fighting a losing fight," repeated the chief, "and you who fight hardest here will be first to fall," and he looked at Cowels as he spoke.
"And can't see even the path," yelled Tom, "This snow must have fallen all in one piece." "If it only would not get dark so quickly," Tavia sobbed, for, indeed, the girl was almost crying the matter had become very serious darkness, snowdrifts and wilderness. "Wait!" called Tom, feeling that Tavia might not be so alarmed if all were closer together. Nat and Dorothy stood until the others came up.
There was a positive viciousness in my attack, which was perfectly legitimate in such circumstances; but it was the first time I had ever felt the beast in my blood, and I turned him loose; and if I had been made Prime Minister of England by a miracle, I could not have felt one-hundredth part of the pride that I did, when, inside of the first thirty seconds, I had stretched my instructor on his back at my feet, and in the absolute joyfulness and ecstasy of my soul, I yelled at the top of my voice, "Hurry up, ye blind-therin' spalpeen, till I knock yez down again!"
"It's the tiger from the Zoo," I hissed with conviction. G. started visibly. "Rubbish," she said. "A tiger wouldn't get into a house. Ah oh, listen!" Distinctly we heard the fud of four feet going round the bed. "Cry for help," said G. "Sister!" we yelled together. "Sister Anna!" "Sister Anna Margaret!" No answer. Sister Anna Margaret slept well. "Sister!" said G, bitterly.
Frank got no further, for the shrieking of the wind drowned out every other sound. Then came a strange grinding and creaking overhead, and the barn rocked more than ever. "Get out, boys," yelled Tom. "The old shebang is going to pieces!" Tom had scarcely spoken when the shock came, and beams, boards, and shingles flew in all directions.
"It's gold," Peters yelled in answer "gold, you old wind-bag! There's a fortune in that boulder. Come on, boys. Out with the tools, and let us dolly a lump and test it." It might be only native copper, but for the moment neither Tony nor Murray doubted the opinion of Peters.
"Maybe it's Dick and the others!" added Fred. They called in return and then they fired off a pistol. There was a brief silence and then came the call once more. "Come on, dis way!" yelled Aleck, and plunged through the underbrush with the boys following. He continued to call and at last made out the voices of Dick, Tom and Sam quite plainly.
"The train!" yelled Tom. "Look out for the express!" There was another gleam of light along the railroad tracks. The evening express was approaching, running at topmost speed, to make up some lost time. The biplane was coming down swiftly. It veered towards the woods beside the railroad tracks. Then it took another wild turn and hung directly over the railroad.
They did not hear him, and nearly all of them rushed to intercept the ball. Tom, however, swung the other way, and headed for the player who really had the pigskin. On the latter came with a rush. He was a big tackle, and Tom was much smaller. Yet he did not hesitate. "Look out!" yelled the Holwell player, hoping to intimidate Tom, as he rushed at him.
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