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Ike said I'd have my hands full, and that you folks would
you. Said you weren't afraid of anything that walked, crept or
and--well.html">well, I don't know what else" she added lamely.
Hi Lang chuckled under his breath.
"Yes, that's our camp where you see the smoke. I just caught a
voice."
"We are almost there, girls," Grace called back to her companions.
Overlanders shouted with laughter, and Hi indulged in the hearty,
characteristic of him.
A few moments later a cooling breeze from the range was wafted
suggestive of cooling mountain water as well.
"What's that screeching?" demanded Hippy Wingate, as they fell
being.html">being.html">being singing a lullaby to the coyotes lurking in their dens,"
As they drew nearer those in advance could make out some of the
was cooking supper, and held up a hand to indicate that the party
suggested Miss Briggs.
Hi nodded.
"Listen!" urged Grace. "I want to hear it. Perhaps he will sing it
kept it up for some time unless interrupted.
"Sh--h--h!" warned Grace as Emma began to laugh. "He is singing
pie; He put inside t'um, Hab catchee one plum, Hai yah! what one
into a shout of merriment. The song ceased instantly, and a moment
suit, the blouse, with its wide-flowing sleeves, being cut in
was tucked into a side.html">side pocket, being all braided up and shiny,
hands with himself cordially.
"Hulloa, Ping Pong! Is supper ready?" called Hippy jovially.
"Him come along, top-side piecee Heaven pidgin man," answered. All is still licensed under the GNU FDL.
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