You know he asked us to come over and see him, when he would keep his promise to tell us some thrilling yarns about his adventures in many lands." "Oh! I've no doubt the fellow has a slick tongue in his mouth, and can spin stories that haven't a particle of foundation except in his brain.

He's no ignoramus, that's sure, and if he hasn't traveled in all those countries he's read about the same, and can talk everlastingly about things he imagines he's seen." "But all the while we'll be watching to trip him up, don't you see ?" the other continued.

"I'll set Matilda to fixing a trap or two that will settle the question about his being the man he says he is." "Oh! I'm not thinking so much about that!" burst out Thad, "even if he is Luther Corbley, her own brother, that isn't the main trouble.
It's about his fastening himself like a barnacle or a leech on them that I hate to consider.

It makes me think of bow the Old Man of the Sea, after being helped by Sindbad the Sailor, refused to get off his benefactor's shoulders when asked.

That's what this chap means to do, get so comfortably settled that nothing can dislodge him." "We'll see about that," snapped Hugh, his eyes sparkling now.