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Then suddenly he made a low sound and with a rapidity which startled Archer, dropped to his hands and knees. "What's the matterr?" Archer whispered. "Come inside quick!" But Tom was engrossed with something on the ground. "What is it?" Archer whispered anxiously. "His footprints?" "Yop," said Tom, less cautiously. "Come on out. He's standing over there in the field now.
Now and again it poked its downy speckled head out for a kind of disinterested squint at things, apparently unconcerned with mighty upheavals so long as its little home was undisturbed. Hervey Willetts straddled the branch and calculated the thickness of it. "You all right?" he heard Tom call from below. "Yop," he called back; "did you see his nobs fly away? Back to the crags for him, hey?
"Yop!" assented the other. "Coming!" Thorpe recognized the voice instantly as that of Radway's scaler. His hand crisped in a gesture of disgust. The man had always been obnoxious to him. Two days later he stumbled on their camp. He paused in wonder at what he saw. The packs lay open, their contents scattered in every direction.
"What did they do, wake you up?" said Safety First as they pulled the boat up on shore. "I should think they did," said Jim Burton; "they rang the bell a hundred times and went out into the garage and tooted the horn. Why don't you teach your scouts manners?" "Can't be did, Jim. Let's take a pike at the place. Hello Fido, that you? You sure about them going as far as the mill?" "Yop." "Yop, hey?
They hit into the road about fifty yards from the boat landing and followed it through a valley to where it ran along the foot of the mountain. "Are you sure this is the right mountain?" Hervey asked. "They all look alike when you get close to them." "Yop," said Tom; "what do you think of it?" "Oh, I'm not particular about mountains," Hervey said. "They all look alike to me."
"He has failed of late, though he actually shot a deer, as I told you, last winter. Both the old fellows stray down to the Nest, Martha writes me; and the Indian is highly scandalized at the miserable imitations of his race that are now abroad. I have even heard that he and Yop have actually contemplated taking the field against them. Seneca Newcome is their especial aversion."
The long-drawn, sawing sound, and then the "yop, yop, yop" so loud that it nearly made us fall over backwards in surprise. There was no possible doubt from what place it came. It was from the room nearest the tall clock. Mr. Daddles instantly blew out the candle, and then we all stepped very carefully to the threshold, and looked in.
Is it against the law to tell a feller where Nebraska's friends hang out when they're in town?" "The dance hall and the Starlight," replied Bill Lainey, promptly. "Might you happen to know any of their names, Bill?" "What you wanna do, Racey, is look out for a jigger named Coffin," declared Lainey, coming flatly to the point. "Doc Coffin. Yop.
She grew too heavy for society. May Young's in the Old Ladies' Home." "And Lotta Munn?" "Murdered by her husband. He had to kill her she wouldn't support him. The Leathershams are in the poorhouse, and Mrs. Charity Givens has bought their place. Want to go on a second honeymoon? Round the world?" "Yop." They went.
"Why you leab him, den, if he be good country, eh?" "Vhy you leaf Africa, canst you dell me dat?" retorted uncle Ro, somewhat coolly. "Nebber was dere," growled old Yop, bringing his blubber lips together somewhat in the manner the boar works his jaws when it is prudent to get out of his way. "I'm York-nigger born, and nebber seen no Africa; and nebber want to see him, nudder."
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