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McCutcheon, George Barr, 1866-1928

"The Prince of Graustark"

He came surging across the deck in a mad
dash from one haven to another, or, more accurately, from post to
post.
"I beg pardon, sir," he gasped, finally steadying himself on wide-
spread legs within easy reach of Robin's sustaining person. "There is
a wireless for Mr. Totten, sir, but when I took it to 'im he said to
fetch it to you, being unable to hold up 'is head, wot with the
wretched meal he had yesterday and the--"
"I see, Hobbs. Well, where is it?"
Hobbs looked embarrassed. "Well, you see, sir, I 'esitated about
giving it to you when you appear to be so--"
"Never mind. You may give it to me. Miss Guile will surely pardon me
if I devote a second or two to an occupation she followed so
earnestly up to a very short time ago."
"Pray forget that I am present, Mr. Schmidt," she said, and smiled
upon the bewildered Hobbs, who after an instant delivered the message
to his master.
Robin read it through and at the end whistled softly.
"Take it to Mr. Totten, Hobbs. and see if it will not serve to make
him hold up his head a little.


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