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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon The Mystery of Lost River Canyon

A second later the current caught the bow of the little craft, which, in spite of all George could do to prevent it, swung around as if she had been hung on a pivot, and started with railroad speed toward the black mouth of the canyon, which seemed to yawn close in front of them.
“Steady! There is no danger,” said Bob, encouragingly, as his companion suddenly faced about on his seat, revealing a face that was as pale as death itself.
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon The Mystery of Lost River Canyon

Each knew instinctively that the other was an enemy to him. Uncle Bob saw this very plainly, and he knew that much depended on securing his nephew’s good-will; but he went about it in the very best way calculated to excite his contempt.
“Sit down, Bob,” said he, taking the boy by the shoulders and trying to push him into the chair he had just vacated; “sit down, and let us have a family talk. Do you know that it is a long time since Arthur and I have seen you? How you have grown, and how well you are looking! You are getting to be quite a spruce young gentleman.”
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Portrait of Harry Castlemon Harry Castlemon The Mystery of Lost River Canyon

Stebbins, uttering a cry of alarm, started up his horse, from which he had never once dismounted, and almost ran over Bob and George in his eagerness to get out of harm’s way.
There is no doubt, whatever, that Wallace intended to use the weapon he had so unexpectedly produced; but fortunately for himself and all concerned, he had to deal with men who were not easily intimidated, and who did not allow their astonishment to prevent them from acting quickly and promptly.
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