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One of the youngsters, about Alf's size and build, impudently snatched his cap from his head; but before he could put it on his own head, Alf struck out from the shoulder, and sent the fellow rolling on the stones. The cap flew out of his hand and disappeared among the many legs. Alf did some quick thinking; his sailor pride would not permit him to leave the cap in their hands.
Alf's eyes bulged out at this, doubtless looking upon me as the most fortunate man alive, and in my country bluntness I blurted: "You are the kindest man I ever saw." In this room we talked for two hours or more, and the afternoon or the evening, as we say in the South was well pronounced when I declared that it was time for us to go.
"I'll find it I'm bound to find it," was the Captain's usual mode of expressing himself to his intimates on the subject, "if there's a North Pole in the world at all, and my nephews Leo and Alf will help me. Leo's a doctor, almost, and Alf's a scientific Jack-of-all-trades, so we can't fail.
"A whale, I think," said Leo. "A whale usually spouts on coming up, doesn't it?" said Alf. Chingatok uttered an unpronounceable Eskimo word which did not throw light on the subject. "What is it, Anders?" shouted the Captain. "What you say?" asked the interpreter from Alf's boat, which was on the other side of the Hope.
'He's best left to hisself gentlemen always are when they're downhearted, said Mr. Beeton. Alf's rigorously limited powers of comprehending Torpenhow's special correspondence had waked the devil of unrest in Dick.
No such suggestion, however, was made to him, perhaps, because no one dared to make it. On the Monday evening all work and strategy for the election, as regarded Melmotte and his party, died away; and the interest of the hour was turned to the dinner. But Mr Alf's supporters were very busy.
Hardfist, as the chief had styled him in reference to his late pugilistic achievements, felt strongly inclined to use his fists on Grabantak's skull when he mentioned his sanguinary intentions, but recalling Alf's oft-quoted words, "Discretion is the better part of valour," he restrained himself.
When Alf's excitement over his presents began to flag, Webb helped him make two box-traps, and the boy concealed them in the copse where the rabbit-tracks were thickest. Only the biting frost kept him, in his intense eagerness, from remaining out to see the result. Webb, however, taught him patience by assuring him that watched traps never caught game.
Alf's quick answer was reassuring enough. Emmy's heart was eased. She drew him nearer with her arms about his neck, and they kissed again. "I wish you'd say you love me," she whispered. "Mean such a lot to me." "No!" cried Alf incredulously. "Really?" "Do you?" "I'll think about it. Do you me?" "Yes. I don't mind saying it if you will." Alf gave a little whistle to himself, half under his breath.
I say 'them' because the Verjooses, an' the Rogerses, an' the Swaynes, an' a lot of 'em, is all more or less related to each other, but Alf's reely the one at the bottom on't, an' after The 'd lost most of his money it was the easiest way to kind o' keep him on his legs."
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