Without trouble and fuss and almost without a sound was the Ferndale leaving the land, as if stealing away.
Renovated certainly the saloon of the Ferndale was to receive the “strange woman.”
Perhaps you have staying here a certain—ah—Sir—Anthony—Ferndale?
She cut half through the old Ferndale and after the blow there was a silence like death.
Anthony of the Ferndale was not, could not have been, a straw-stuffed specimen of a man.
Our only chance now is meeting some boat coming from Ferndale.
The constable hailed her quietly in a bass undertone ‘Ferndale there!’
And who will go to Ferndale in the Torpedo and 4take back the pick and shovel to the blacksmith?
It was not a loud sound but it was startling enough at the after-end of the Ferndale where low tones or silence were the rule.
"You certainly cannot walk out to Ferndale on a day like this," answered Nat.