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"Here you, up there! What are you trying to do?" "What do you fellows mean?" demanded Stacy. "Just a slip, that's all," answered Walter. "Somebody slipped," shouted Stacy. "Tell them to be careful, Chunky. This rope won't stand many such jerks as that. Remember, it's running over some sharp rocks above here and is liable to be cut in two."
It was really the butler who had brought my eulogy of Stacy Shunk to a sudden close, for, appearing in half-drawn portières, he announced: "Mr. Talcott." The mere entrance of Mr. Talcott carried us far from the valley and such rude associates as old Bill Hansen and his kind.
"Are you a guide?" asked the Professor. "Me guide." "How old are you?" "Twenty year." "I think that is about it," said the store-keeper. "These natives never know their age exactly." "You look to me more like an Eskimo than an Indian," observed Professor Zepplin. "Me Innuit Siwash. You savvy me?" Stacy scratched his head. "Tell him to talk United States," suggested the fat boy.
"Show me some gold," urged Stacy, edging near. "I am looking for gold. I don't make any bones about saying so, either." "Be silent," commanded the Professor. "I smelled smoke when I was out this morning," continued Butler. "I followed the scent until I stumbled into Mr. Darwood's camp. It was his signal smokes that we saw yesterday. Mr.
Stacy, in alarm, ran and hid in the tent; the others stood their ground, yet not knowing what second they might be caught in what seemed to them to be a great upheaval of nature. "It's an earthquake," shouted Ned Rector. Stacy heard the words in a brief lull. The fat boy burst from his tent yelling like a wild Indian. "An earthquake! Oh, wow, wow, wow! We'll all be shot to pieces. Oh, help!"
Guided by the butte where he knew his companion must be, Stacy headed for that point. There he came upon Tad's trail, and began yelling to attract his attention. He had heard Tad's answering cry, and this inspired the fat boy to renewed efforts. Stacy, now that he had passed Tad, slowed up ever so little.
Diana and Ruby Gillis and Jane Andrews are preparing a dialogue, called 'A Morning Visit, for next Friday. And the Friday afternoons they don't have recitations Miss Stacy takes them all to the woods for a 'field' day and they study ferns and flowers and birds. And they have physical culture exercises every morning and evening. Mrs.
"I reckon you're feeling very much as I am," said Stacy, "that this good fortune is rather crowding to us three alone.
I am going because I happen to take a notion to do so. Perhaps I'll be able to serve you at the same time." The Professor grasped Mr. Kringle by the hand impulsively. "I'll send that lazy Juan on his way this very night " "Let me do it," interposed Stacy, with flushing face. "I'll do it right, Professor. But I'll put on my pair of heavy boots first, so it'll hurt him more."
Hello, here comes the gentleman who gave me the advice that helped me to win those handsome spurs. He's introducing himself to the Professor and Mr. Kringle. Let's go over." Forgetting for the moment the subject they were discussing, Tad and Stacy strolled over to the camp-fire. "O Tad, this is Mr. Marquand, Mr. James Marquand from Albuquerque. He wants to know you.
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