“Just our luck!”
Gus Lafee finished wiping his hands and sullenly threw the towel upon the rocks. His attitude was one of deep dejection. The light seemed gone out of the day and the glory from the golden sun. Even the keen mountain air was devoid of relish, and the early morning no longer yielded its customary zest.
“Just our luck!” Gus repeated, this time avowedly for the edification of another young fellow (altro…)