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Billings requested, somewhat vehemently, that the case be transferred on the exceptions to the Supreme Court, that the stenographer write out the evidence, and that he might have three weeks in which to prepare a draft. This was granted. Zeb Meader, true to his nature, was self-contained throughout the congratulations he received, but his joy was nevertheless intense.
"And did you tell Zeb?" asked Austen. "Yes," Victoria admitted, "but I'm sorry I did, now." "What did Zeb say?" Victoria laughed in spite of herself, and gave a more or less exact though kindly imitation of Mr. Meader's manner. "He said that wimmen-folks had better stick to the needle and the duster, and not go pokin' about law business that didn't concern 'em.
Following these halls they discovered many small rooms opening from them, and some were furnished with glass benches, tables and chairs. But there were no beds at all. "I wonder if these people never sleep," said the girl. "Why, there seems to be no night at all in this country," Zeb replied.
Seriously alarmed, the boys shouted to him to keep up his courage, and that they would get him out. "How did you get in?" asked Zeb, cupping his hands. "I fell in," rejoined the poor professor. "The ground gave way under my feet. Hurry and get me out, it's terribly hot." They looked about them desperately for some means of extricating him from his predicament.
But, at this instant, a small group of men and women joined them, and, catching sight of the faces of Sarah Ann Nanjulian and Modesty Prowse, her friends, she tried another tack "Well, Zeb, no doubt 'twas disappointing for you; but don't 'ee take on so. Think how much harder 'tis for the poor souls i' that ship." This astute sentence, however, missed fire completely.
"Eh, but that's a trifle for a campaigner." "Let this be a warnin' to 'ee, my son niver to save no more lives from drownin'." "I won't," promised Young Zeb. "We've found 'ee a great missment," Elias observed to him, after a pause. "The Psa'ms, these three Sundays, bain't what they was for lack o' your enlivenin' flute I can't say they be.
I haven't anything for you, Zeb." "I'll use the king," said the boy, and pulled his prisoner out of the buggy. The bound Gargoyle's arms extended far out beyond its head, so by grasping its wrists Zeb found the king made a very good club. The boy was strong for one of his years, having always worked upon a farm; so he was likely to prove more dangerous to the enemy than the Wizard.
"We'll make a landin' in the lee of the Duck's Head," shouted Skipper Zeb, his voice booming above the tumult of sea and wind. Violet was crying, and clinging to her mother. "Don't be scared, now!" Skipper Zeb reassured, though he was plainly anxious. "There'll be a fine lee above the Duck's Head!" "There's the Duck's Head!" Toby's voice suddenly came in warning. "I sees un!"
One of the savages stepped into the water, and, taking a few steps, was followed by another, who placed his feet upon the stones, in the tracks that he had used and made. Thus each one did until Leland and Zeb were driven in and warned to do likewise. The former had no difficulty in obeying, but the latter, either through mistake or design, made several provoking blunders.
"Not so bad a place to be cast away in!" boomed Skipper Zeb, surveying the room with pride after depositing his gun upon the beams overhead. "What does you think of your new home, now? 'Twere easy enough to get you out o' that fix, says I! Easy enough!" "It's great!" exclaimed Charley in appreciation. "I'm going to have a bang-up time with you! I feel at home already!" "That's fine, now!
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