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“I—I think a bunch of Greasers are goin’ to raid the dam!”,He laughed coarsely. “George Smith’s kid, all right. You’ve got the same high way with you.”,“Wisht I hed a chance to holler into one of them brass dinner-horns, too,” he grumbled.,"They're the two who've been workin' his drillin' rig; an' they're the men that robbed the Twin Oaks store.","On a golden, Indian summer day like this," she finished and closed her eyes as his arms went about her.,"What do you see? The French Flotilla?" cried Miss Acton in a voice tremulous with agitation. She darted her eyes through her glasses over the sea.,"Correct! Now, boys, we will get on with our lesson.",She looks at him as she says this, fearlessly, honestly, and without a suspicion of coquetry.,The family had lived in this solitude for a year, when a letter arrived for the merchant, telling him that a vessel, on which there was merchandise belonging to him, had arrived safely in port. The two elder girls were nearly out of their minds with joy when they heard this good news, for now they hoped that they should be able to leave the country. They begged their father, ere he departed, to bring them back dresses and capes, head-dresses, and all sorts of odds and ends of fancy attire. Beauty asked for nothing; for, as she thought to herself, all the money that the merchandise would bring in, would not be sufficient to pay for everything that her sisters wished for. "Is there nothing you wish me to buy for you?" her father said to her. "As you are so kind as to think of me," she replied, "I pray you to bring me a rose, for we have not one here." Now Beauty did not really care about the rose, but she had no wish to seem, by her example, to reprove her sisters, who would have said that she did not ask for anything, in order to make herself appear more considerate than they were.,"And did you think I was content to let him die" says Mona, reproachfully. "No! There is a chance for him still, and I will explain it to you. It is early yet. He seldom passes here before eleven, and it is but a little after ten. I know the hour he usually returns, because he always goes by our gate, and often I bid him good-night in the summer-time. Come with me," excitedly. "I can lead you by a cross-path to the Ballavacky road, by which he must come, and, if we overtake him before he reaches that spot, we can save his life. Come; do not delay!",“It will have to be awfully thick, won’t it, to be able to hold the water?”,No answer..