The order of battle being formed, a copy of it was sent to him, when, snatching it from the messenger with a loud "Umph!"
"Umph," grunted the Indian, and stood silently, with his penetrating eyes fixed on Carl.
"Umph," again said Mrs. Ross, and again she nodded at Joanna.
The hideous spectre made no reply, but uttered a fierce and superhuman growl, or "Umph."
“Umph,” mutters the fellow, draining off the liquor at a draught.
