He was a nice tall man, with a brown, squarish face, quite thin, and twinkly blue eyes and a lot of dark hair that blew around like Jerry's. He looked from one to the other of us and nodded his head to himself. I suppose we did look very queer,—quite dirty, and Jerry with the tinfoil-buckled belt still around him and no shirt; and my bloomers dangling down like a Turkish person's because of the elastics having burst when I fell down.
"It seems," said our man, "that I have arrived in the nick of time to perform a daring rescue."
He said it in a funny make-believe way, as if he were doing one of our plays, and then suddenly the twinklyness went out of his eyes and he said:
"But take me to Gregory."
If we had n't been so perfectly bursting with thankfulness and so tired of shouting and the cold and the whole hideous
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