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Updated: May 12, 2025
He glowered round him at the company assembled. "What the devil's the matter here?" he demanded. "I stood it as long as I could, but a man can't get a wink of sleep with this noise going on!" "Yipe! Yipe! Yipe!" barked Aida from the shelter of Mrs. Pett's arms. Mr. Pett started violently. "Kill that dog! Throw her out! Do something to her!" Mrs. Pett was staring blankly at her husband.
"Yipe!" he muttered. "What a row that would be." He shrugged, got out of his chair, and walked out into the corridor. "Better get it over with," he told himself. As he approached the leader's door, it opened, and Ward Kirk came out. He closed the door with a careful gentleness, then faced it for an instant.
Then another voice interrupted him. "Yipe! Yipe! Yipe!" Through the opening the dog Aida, rejoicing in the removal of the obstacle, raced like a fur muff mysteriously endowed with legs and a tongue. She tore across the room to where Gentleman Jack's ankles waited invitingly. Ever since their first meeting she had wanted a fair chance at those ankles, but some one had always prevented her.
As he spoke, Mike's finger moved nearer a knob-headed bolt that seemed to be one of the two holding the glass device to its mounting board, and an inch and a half spark spat forth and interrupted the dissertation with a loud "Yipe!" "Confusion say," Ishie continued as Mike stuck his finger in his mouth, "he who point finger of suspicion should be careful of lurking dragons!
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