Highway Pirates
"They've seen us! Run for it!"
My chosen friend, Miles Coverthorne, was the speaker. He sprang to his feet as he uttered the words, and darted like a rabbit into the bushes, I myself following hard at his heels. The seasons seem to have come earlier in those days, and though May was not out, the woods and countryside appeared clothed with all the richness of leafy June.
At headlong speed we dashed through the underwood, stung by hazel switches which struck us across the face like whips, and staggering as our feet caught in thick tufts of grass.
"Who is it-keepers?" I inquired.
"No; 'Eagles'!" was the quick reply.
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My chosen friend, Miles Coverthorne, was the speaker. He sprang to his feet as he uttered the words, and darted like a rabbit into the bushes, I myself following hard at his heels. The seasons seem to have come earlier in those days, and though May was not out, the woods and countryside appeared clothed with all the richness of leafy June.
At headlong speed we dashed through the underwood, stung by hazel switches which struck us across the face like whips, and staggering as our feet caught in thick tufts of grass.
"Who is it-keepers?" I inquired.
"No; 'Eagles'!" was the quick reply.
Highway Pirates
"They've seen us! Run for it!"
My chosen friend, Miles Coverthorne, was the speaker. He sprang to his feet as he uttered the words, and darted like a rabbit into the bushes, I myself following hard at his heels. The seasons seem to have come earlier in those days, and though May was not out, the woods and countryside appeared clothed with all the richness of leafy June.
At headlong speed we dashed through the underwood, stung by hazel switches which struck us across the face like whips, and staggering as our feet caught in thick tufts of grass.
"Who is it-keepers?" I inquired.
"No; 'Eagles'!" was the quick reply.
My chosen friend, Miles Coverthorne, was the speaker. He sprang to his feet as he uttered the words, and darted like a rabbit into the bushes, I myself following hard at his heels. The seasons seem to have come earlier in those days, and though May was not out, the woods and countryside appeared clothed with all the richness of leafy June.
At headlong speed we dashed through the underwood, stung by hazel switches which struck us across the face like whips, and staggering as our feet caught in thick tufts of grass.
"Who is it-keepers?" I inquired.
"No; 'Eagles'!" was the quick reply.
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Product Details
ISBN-13: | 9783734076152 |
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Publisher: | Outlook Verlag |
Publication date: | 09/25/2019 |
Pages: | 142 |
Product dimensions: | 6.00(w) x 9.00(h) x 0.50(d) |
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