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“On Saturday you must come to my party at Kingthorpe, Jeremias,” said Johnny.,"I dunno. Down where he keeps his pets I s'pose. Why?",“You bet! But it will be pretty rough going. We’ll have to nurse it pretty carefully. A submarine rock could torpedo it in a minute. But come on, let’s try it.”,“Doesn’t your father believe in the project?”,"No, I am not afraid," says the girl, resisting his effort to put himself before her; and when he would have spoken she puts up her hands, and warns him to keep silence.,"No. I believe he found the devil-stick as he says. Within the grounds of Mrs. Dallas, mind you!","Neeborly, ain't he?" growled Tom to his companion. "Nice, friendly sorter youngsters they raise on this God forsaken spot, I say.","I'll tell you when I come back," says Geoffrey,—"if I ever do.",Elinor, who had been quietly going on with her breakfast, laid down her fork.,"He is honest. Honest!" cried Jen. "I'll stake my existence upon that.","Ah," replied the father, "you see here people who are truly poor. We have no food. For many days the buffalo did not come in sight, and we looked for deer and other animals, which people eat, and when these had all been killed we began to starve. Then I said, 'We will not stay here to die from hunger,' and we set out for the mountains. This is the fourth night of our travels.","I shan't see that black witch," cried the poor major. "David--Etwald, send her away.".