Next morning I struck out for Beeville, thirty miles west, arriving there about four o'clock in the afternoon.
Beeville heard Murray climbing the bridge behind him and then his cry, "The anchor!"
Mr. Beeville is going to find out about the second one for us, but we can do a lot without waiting for him.
Do you suppose those birds—the tetra-axes or whatever Beeville calls them—?
"Beeville says they never thought it up on their own," Ben assured her.
"X-ray machines are going to be awfully useful in my work," offered Beeville.
"It would take an experienced astronomer and some calculation to determine with accuracy," said Beeville.
Dr. Beeville has been experimenting with a view to finding out what happened, but he hasn't made much progress so far.
Of course, we went to pieces when the soubrette ran away with a prominent barber of Beeville.