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He is fully as good on the flying rings as I am, if not better." "H-m-m-m!" mused the showman. "Come over to the big top and let's see what you really can do," he said, starting up. Phil ran in search of Teddy and in a few minutes the two boys appeared in the arena, ready for the rehearsal. Mr. Miaco, who had been called on and informed of the news, accompanied them.
"All I ask for turning them over to you is a thousand German marks." "H-m-m-m," muttered the colonel, eyeing the lad keenly. "Even if you can do what you say, the price is rather high. I'll give you five hundred." Hal seemed to consider. "All right," he said at length. "It's a bargain. Turn your car about and I'll take you to their hiding place at once." "Very well."
"Well," says I, "who does this H. Munson Schott party say he is?" "That's just it," says Vincent. "He doesn't say. But he has a letter of introduction to Mr. Ellins from the Belgian Consul General. Rather an important looking person, too." "H-m-m-m!" says I, runnin' my fingers through my red hair thoughtful.
He gave a sudden start and the box of matches Chester had extended to him dropped to the floor even as his fingers would have closed on it. "H-m-m-m," he muttered to himself. "I wonder. I suppose it would be a great thing. I wonder." Stubbs picked up the box of matches and proceeded to light his pipe with deliberation.
"And if we could manage to have them invited to that well, what more could a fond parent ask?" "H-m-m-m!" says I, rubbin' my chin. "Might get ourselves disliked if we sprung a ringer on 'em that way. Course, if this Royce boy could be trained to pull a broad A now and then, and be drilled into doin' a maxixe that would pass, I might take a chance. Mrs.
Getting on?" "No," said Devin bitterly, "I'm getting off. Look at these results." He brought over a sheaf of graphs, with explanatory tables attached. Rapidly Buck ran through them with him. Most of them were graphs of functions of light, considered as a wave in these experiments. "H-m-m-m not very encouraging. Looks like you've got the field but it just snaps shut on itself and won't work.
But no one, so far as I ever heard, has got anywhere near it. There's a bunch of hard characters beating up the mountains now, hoping to get rich without work. It's dollars to sandwiches they're hoping to find the Lost Claim." "You you don't suppose it was one of them who threw the stone at me, do you?" asked Tad reflectively. "I hadn't thought of that. It may be it may be. H-m-m-m.
If your trip was, say, twenty billions of miles to the next planet, you'd be fighting a gravity as bad as the solar gravity at Earth here all the way no decline with a little distance like that." "H-m-m-m quite true. Then I should say that Mira would take the prize. It's a red giant, and it's an irregular variable. The sunlight there would be as unstable as the weather in New England.
He can tell him we are Germans, or what you please. Being, apparently, friends of Ivan's, we shall be received. Then Ivan can appear to fall in with his plans. At the first opportune moment, we shall take charge of Mr. Nicolas and escape." "H-m-m-m," mused Colonel Edwards. "You say all that easily enough, but you can take my word for it, it will be no small job."
Tad did so promptly, glad to be able to do something to occupy himself as well as to help relieve the tension for the others. "Exactly forty paces," he informed Mr. Phipps. "One hundred and twenty feet, eh?" The engineer made a brief calculation in his mind. "One hundred and twenty feet. H-m-m-m." "Is it as bad as you thought?" questioned Tad. "Worse." "Tell me what you have found?"
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