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"Seen any other showmen about town this morning?" "No; not any that I know, nor any with paper and brush under his arm." "H-m-m-m," mused the showman. "That's queer. It can't be that the young man across the way has got the start of us. No; that is not possible. He is too green for that. Have his men gone out on the country routes yet, or are they still asleep?" "I don't know.
"And I understand you were responsible for the Corrugated baseball team, and are now conducting a pool tournament?" goes on Old Hickory. "Oh, yes," says Brink, sort of weary. "I'm not denying a thing. I was even planning a little noonday dancing club for the stenographers. You may put that in the indictment if you like." "H-m-m-m!" says Old Hickory, scratchin' his ear.
"How can you tell that the wire has been cut, except where you cut it yourself?" "It was cut halfway through with a file, as you can see, sir. When Forrest threw his weight on it, of course the wire parted at the weakened point." "H-m-m-m." "If you will examine it, an inch or two above the cut, you will find two or three file marks, where the file started to cut, then was moved down.
Not that I want to seem chesty over it. Just goes to show, that's all. For, of the whole force here at the General offices, there's just three of us can carve up the mornin' mail without gettin' fired for it. And the other two are Old Hickory and Mr. Robert. H-m-m-m! Business of lookin' important. That's what it is to be a private sec.
"Emperor is sour. Got a regular grouch on." "Misses that young rascal Phil, I suppose?" "Yes." "H-m-m-m!" "Didn't want to come through last night at all." "H-m-m-m. Guess we'd better fire you and let the boy handle the bulls; don't you think so?" The trainer grinned and nodded. "Kennedy, you've been making your brags that you always tell me the truth.
It's common enough in older people, of course; but hanged if I ever saw anything just like it in a perfectly normal, and naturally happy child." "H-m-m-m. What are the symptoms?" "Psychological, all of them.
They may think, if we are all such fighters over here, that it will be a good place to keep away from." Tad laughed good-naturedly. "Guess I didn't give them any such fright as that. How is Philip this evening?" "Sound asleep. It's doing the boy good. He hasn't slept like this since his illness last spring." "I wish he might go on with us and spend the summer out of doors." "H-m-m-m," mused Mr.
It is a noble one, you must admit, and I would feel delicate about influencing her to do otherwise." "Hm," said the judge. "No use offering her money then. But, by the way what did you say was the name of the company that her father sank his money in?" "Pacific Refining Company," said Mr. Evans. "H-m-m-m," said the judge. "I happen to know a little about that company. Peculiar case, very.
"Speak," said the general. "Why, sir," said Chester, "Mr. Stubbs would have your permission to send an account of the great explosion to his newspaper uncensored. He would have the people of the United States know, through his paper, of the severe blow the enemy has suffered." "H-m-m-m," muttered the general. "The United States will hear of the disaster, of course. Mr.
"I see," says Z. K. "And if I did fire 'em, do you think you have influence enough to get a full crew of union men to finish this job by next Saturday?" "Oh, yes," says Hartley. "I could put fifty men at work here Monday morning if I wanted to." "H-m-m-m!" says Z. K., caressin' his left ear. "It's rather a big house for just your mother and me to live in. Plenty of room for another family.
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