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It was getting late, and unless we could kill something soon we should have to go supperless to bed. "Hillo! I see something," cried Robin, and rushing forward he held up one of the despised swans. The sight at all events gave pleasure to Bouncer, who began barking and leaping round it. "You shall have some directly, old fellow," cried Robin.
All was silent for some time. "Hillo what is that?" said Aaron again, as if suddenly aroused from his slumbers "I say, none of your fun, Transom." A large bat was flaffing about, and I could hear him occasionally whir near our faces. "Oh, a bat hate bats how the skipper snores! I hope there be no resurrection men in St Jago, or I shall be stolen away to a certainty before morning.
The night passed quietly enough, except that they were startled, every now and then, by the asthmatic cough of the horse, the croaking of the bull-frogs in a neighbouring pond, and the sound of the sentry's musket, as he grounded it every now and then, when he halted, after pacing up and down in front of the hut. Bill was awoke by hearing a voice shouting "Hillo, shipmates, ahoy!
"Hillo! Mr. Trebooze!" says the old fellow, looking up. "Here it is!" "Spraint? Spraint? Spraint? Where? Eh what?" cries Trebooze. "No; but what's as good: here on this alder stump, not an hour old. I thought they beauties starns weren't flemishing for nowt." "Here! Here! Here! Here! Musical, Musical! Sweetlips! Get out of the way!" and Trebooze runs down.
It seemed to him that he had been sleeping but a few minutes when he felt himself violently shaken by the shoulder, and awoke to find Drake, still haggard and worn for want of proper sleep, standing over him in his dripping oilskins. "Hillo! Anything wrong, Drake?" was his immediate enquiry, followed by a request to be told the time, since his own watch appeared to have run down.
And she was glad when a cheery "Hillo!" echoed over the hill and Angus appeared, striding across the grass and waving his cap in quite a jubilant fashion. As soon as he saw them plainly he exchanged his stride for a run and came up to them in a couple of minutes. "Why, David!" he exclaimed. "How are you, old boy? Welcome back! So Mary is right as usual!
"Impossible to say," answered the latter. "One thing, however, is certain; no human lungs could possibly give utterance to such a sound. And yet I don't know; the echoes of the place may have the property of magnifying and prolonging it. Hillo, there! is there anyone below?" he continued, raising his torch aloft and peering with craned neck down into the black depths of the chasm.
"Good day," exclaimed the savages in almost the same tone. "Hillo! what, do you speak English?" cried Arthur. "Hillo! what, do you speak English?" echoed the Patagonians. "Of course I do," answered Arthur. "Of course I do," said the natives. Indeed, whatever words we uttered they repeated.
The little brick walk leading to it from the courtyard gate was as neat as a pin; so was every thing else the eye could rest on; and when Nancy went in, poor Ellen stayed her foot at the door, unwilling to carry her wet shoes and dripping garments any further. She could hear, however, what was going on. "Hillo! Mrs. Van Brunt," shouted Nancy "where are you? oh! Mrs.
The sportsman was searching his pockets to find a shilling. He succeeded, and, groping, put it in Alister's hand, with the words "All right! it is only a shilling! There it is! But it is not yours yet: here is the bag!" Alister took the bag, turned, and ran back. "Hillo!" cried Valentine.
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