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I'm glad to learn that YOU recognize them. He has told some things concernin' his stay at your home which "'Yes, yes, says Nate, kind of hurried. 'Well, I'm sorry to dump bad news into a puddle of happiness like this, but your Uncle Ansel, Miss Dixland, has been tryin' to fly without his machine, and he's sorry for it.
But what made me think of him was what he told me about his nephew, who was a college chap, consider'ble like your 'Willie, I jedge. Nate and this nephew, Augustus Tolliver, was mixed up in that flyin'-machine business, you remember." "I know they was. Mixed up with that Professor Dixland the papers are makin' such a fuss over.
So did the old house and big barn and all the tumbledown buildin's stuck there in the beach-grass and sand. Afore they'd left they made a dicker. He wa'n't the principal in it. He was the private secretary and fust mate of Mr. Professor Ansel Hobart Dixland, the scientist perhaps Scudder'd heard of him? "Perhaps he had, but if so, Nate forgot it, though he didn't tell him that.
'My noble boy! he sings out, fallin' all of a heap onto Augustus's round shoulders. 'My noble boy! My hero! "Nate looked on for a full minute with his mouth open. Olivia went away toward the house. The professor and Gus was sheddin' tears like a couple of waterin' pots. "'Come! come! says Scudder finally; 'get up, Mr. Dixland; you'll catch cold.
When you're ready to sign a paper deedin' over ha'f that money your wife's goin' to get to me and Huldy Ann, maybe I'll let you come back. And perhaps then I'll square things for you with Dixland. But if you dare to set foot on these premises until then I'll murder you; I'll drown you; I'll cut you up for bait; I'll feed you to the dog.
He tried to wave his sprained wrists and couldn't; tried to stamp his foot and found it too lame. But his eyeglasses flashed sparks and his tongue spit fire. "'Are you goin' to start that machine? he screams at the blue-white, shaky Augustus. "'No, Professor Dixland, stammers Gus. 'No, sir, I'm sorry, but "'Why don't you ask Mr.
And there was a new and more powerful motor aboard the thing now. Five thousand dollars ain't much good to a telescoped corpse. He fetched a long breath. "'Well, now, Mr. Dixland, he says, 'I'd like to, fust rate, but you see I don't know nothin' about mechanics. "'Professor begins Augustus. 'Twas the final straw. Old Whiskers jumped out of the chair, lameness and all.
'Wheel me to the window! yells Dixland. 'Tolliver, what are you waitin' for? The doors are open, the aeroplane is ready. Go this instant and fly. "Augustus was a bird all right, 'cordin' to Nate's opinion, but he didn't seem anxious to spread his wings. He was white, and them nerves of his was all in a twitter. If ever there was a scart critter, 'twas him then.
There was a whole passel of letters back and forth between Nate and Harmon, and finally Nate got word to meet the victims at the depot. "There was the professor himself, an old dried-up relic with whiskers and a temper; and there was Miss Olivia Dixland, his niece and housekeeper, a slim, plain lookin' girl, who wore eyeglasses and a straight up and down dress.
She grabbed him around the neck, and you never heard such goin's on as them two had. Nate come hurryin' up. "'Here you! he says, pullin' 'em apart. 'That's enough of this. And you, he adds to Gus, 'clear right out off this island. I won't make shark bait of you this time, but "And then comes Dixland, hippity-hop over the hummocks.
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