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"It's a good fri'nd ye've been t' me, Caleb," he said gratefully, as he lifted the jug and held it between his knees. "It's do widout me dhrink I cannot. Ut an' me whistle are me only gleams av sunlight in the gloom. I'll be after takin' a little flash of the light now, if ut's no objection ye have, for ut's long dhry I've been." He lifted the jug and took a long draught of its fiery contents.,CHAPTER IX,Should the Wolf choose to eat up a few.,"You—will—say——" Here he breaks down ignominiously, and confesses by his inability to proceed that he doesn't in the least know what it is she can say.,“Yes, and awfully good things to eat.”,With that he disappeared into the house.,"I'll speak to Miss Acton. I am sure she will have something that is good for rheumatism, and if she has I will send it you.",“This is Evelyn Dorr, and Vilette, her sister,” Mrs. Bennett was saying.,“What’d you sneak off for like that?” he said sneeringly. “Going back to tell the boss you caught me gambling?”,"What is it?" asked the major, pausing at the door.,When the son-in-law had come pretty close to where the buffalo lay he said to his father-in-law, "Old man, stand up and look all about you. Look carefully and well, for it will be the last time that you will ever see anything"; and while the son-in-law said this he took an arrow from his quiver.,THE CAMP OF THE GHOSTS.