This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ... peacefully resting in the shade of a group of palms. "And will you have an eye to our personal belongings? Our trunks and hand ...
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1913 edition. Excerpt: ... peacefully resting in the shade of a group of palms. "And will you have an eye to our personal belongings? Our trunks and hand-bags, I mean?" "I'll have them fetched off immediate," said Mr. Feeny. All that afternoon he and his mates tugged at boxes and bales, or sweated at the oars. At dusk they stopped for a bite to eat, and to rig up a shelter of awnings for the millionaires. "I'm doubtful about the weather," Mr. Feeny explained as he came up from the boat, his shoulders piled high with mattresses. "And bein' as there's a full moon to-night, we'll just bring off what more of the stores we can." And at midnight when Mr. MacCandlish strolled out under the tropic moon for a last look about before turning in, he heard the voice of Feeny and the voices of Feeny's mates as they raged at their work. If the stokers slept that night, none of the millionaires could have told the space of time Mr. Feeny allotted to them for repose; for in the rosy dawn, when they ran down to the shore for a plunge in the surf, there midway between the wreck and the island was the life-boat piled high with stores. And all that day the work went on without pause. Only Murphy, with frying pan and coffee pot, snatched a few moments from his toil to minister to the comfort of the party under the awnings. That night the wind slued round to the south and blew a gale; and when morning broke, the Orinoco had vanished finally from the sight of men. '"Tis organization I'm teachin' the b'ys," explained Mr. Feeny. "Ah!... organization," said Mr. MacCandlish. "I've knowed about it since that night in New York when I heard you give 'em the talk in the theayter. It was great!" "Were you there, Feeny?" asked MacCandlish. This was the most subtle flattery he had ever known. "Was I there?...
Good. No Dust Jacket. Size: 8vo-over 7¾"-9¾" tall. Small number written lightly on front free endpage. Spine cocked. Pages tanned. Boards bumped and worn at corners, edges and spine ends with some rubbing. Quantity Available: 1. Pictures of this item not already displayed here available upon request. Inventory No: 128197.
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