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In addition there was a pile of bread, some cheese and crackers, part of a boiled ham, a mess of cold rice left over from the previous day, and a dish of hot Boston baked beans. "Bring on the coffee," sang out Steve, sitting down. "S-s-say, what you got in the p-p-pot?" demanded Toby, suspiciously. "A surprise," grinned Bandy-legs.
"There is a good place I can see. That strip of beach over there is a natural landing place." "And a green spot back of it that would make a dandy place for a camp," added Pepper. "I wish we could come up here and camp," said Jack. "Wouldn't it be fine?" "I s-s-say!" cried Pepper. "Well, s-say it," said Donald. "Let's organize a patrol and come up here and camp out."
Alice and George Valentine can fix it all up to suit themselves, but they don't know me! You've said your say now, and I've listened. Very well!" "Magsie," he said almost pleadingly, interrupting the hard little voice, "can't you see what a mistake it's all been?" She looked at him with eyes suddenly flooded with tears. "M-m-mistake to s-s-say we loved each other, Greg?" The man did not answer.
"If they do," replied Spike, "they'll only get aboard this boat through a perfectly murderous fire of raspberry jam." "R-Raspberry j-j-jam d-doesn't r-repel b-b-boarders," said Spook, hustling the dishes below, "h-h-half as m-m-much as s-s-stewed p-p-prunes." He stopped, with his head out of the cabin door. "S-S-Say!" he exclaimed, pointing, "isn't th-that another b-boat?"
Then he sat up once more, striking a match and holding up his watch. Dalzell stared incredulously at the hands and the dial before he tossed the extinguished match to the floor and sank back once more under the blankets. "S-s-say, do you fellows know what time it is?" shivered Dan. "What time?" called Dick and Dave softly. "It's half past nine." "Nonsense," ridiculed Dave.
We might scrape in a hundred, five hundred or a thousand shellfish, and not be able to duplicate this lovely little gem once." "T-t-that's so," observed Toby. "They s-s-say pearl hunting's the b-b-biggest lottery in the whole w-w-world." Steve was sitting there with his elbows on the table, both hands holding his head, and his eyes glued on the pearl that lay between them.
As the two swimmers proceeded the mingled sounds aboard the Everest seemed to swell rather than diminish, to such an extent indeed that presently the American turned to Dick and gasped, through chattering teeth "S-s-say! s-s-seems to m-me that there's a r-reg-ular pitched b-a-attle going on aboard there ugh! G-g-guess w-we're b-b-better off here th-th-than there eh?"
Max took one last look up the river. As he did so he saw that there was now a decided movement aboard the floating mass of stuff that was coming down toward the bridge. Whatever it was that had been lying there now struggled to its feet. "Oh! would you look at that?" exclaimed Steve. "Must be a calf!" echoed Bandy-legs. "I'd s-s-say a yeller dog!" Toby declared.
"Lucky we played that fine trick," the former declared, "and started on our up-river voyage before daybreak, while Ted Shafter, Amiel Toots, Shack Beggs, and the rest of the gang were tucked away in their little trundle beds fast asleep." "S-s-say, don't you b-b-believe there was a high j-j-jinks of a time to-day when Ted f-f-found we'd slipped away, and nobody knew where?"
"And now," continued the colonel, "in celebration of the organization of By the way, you haven't chosen a name yet, have you? What kind of a name do you want?" "Oh, I s-s-say," stammered Pepper. "Sing it, Pepper," suggested Donald. "L-let's have an Indian name." "Want to indulge your savage instincts and live in a wigwam?" asked Rand. "It's a tepee, not a wigwam," corrected Pepper.
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