And he gave the Tanner a crack that made him roar for all his coughing.
But the tanner had put on a high silk hat, so as to look a little taller.
In the interim Tanner walked to where Schofield stood, silent.
Tanner could not bridge the chasm between himself and his daughter.
“One of the family,” muttered Tanner, his thoughts still busy.
And Tanner managed the thing with a good eye 139 to the dramatic.
It appears to be a kind of picklock, an open sesame, Tanner—Tawno!
"So he is going to Tanner's Mill," mused the boy, when left alone.
"I say, tell me the way to Tanner's Mill," repeated the man.
It was a success all through except our—our losing Tanner and Kerrigan.
