Jim closed the door behind him, and Brady stayed where he was for a long moment, watching the laser strikes.
Jim stopped sometimes to rest, for the climb was rather steep and tiresome.
And Jim never has met any of his dinner guests beforehand.
Jim Haynes has had well over 100,000 people come over for dinner.
Jim was trying to take food from Tim's plate.
Just you light out and make for that rock, Jim; and don't waste any time about it, either.
All the way to the great rock the wooden people followed them, and when Jim finally alighted at the mouth of the cavern the pursuers were still some distance away.
And that is why, if we are to use the Internet and technology to end ignorance, we still need people like Jim Haynes.
Once Jim extends the invitation, he memorizes all the individuals' names, where they are from, what they do for a living, information about their families, and so forth.
I thought Jim told me you're seeing survivors at the gates?
"See you tomorrow, Jim," the soldier awaiting her said to the other solider.
Mike, you'll have to call Jim and let him know to meet them.
Tim was the quiet one and when Jim cried, everyone on the block knew he was unhappy.
Both Tim and Jim had brown hair and blue eyes, but their personalities were as different as day and night — just like Katie and Alex.
Jim pointed at the ground.
When they passed over a field of grass Jim immediately stretched down his head and began to nibble.
Dorothy was a little anxious about the success of their trip, for the way Jim arched his long neck and spread out his bony legs as he fluttered and floundered through the air was enough to make anybody nervous.
Sometimes they had to climb over heaps of loose rock, where Jim could scarcely drag the buggy.
But don't you lose heart, Jim, for I'm sure this isn't the end of our story, by any means.
"A sawhorse is a thing they saw boards on," remarked Jim, with a sniff.
But this sawhorse can trot as fast as you can, Jim; and he's very wise, too.
She felt that Jim would know more about the Saw-Horse later on.
"Gid-dap!" cried the boy, and at the word Jim slowly trotted into the courtyard and drew the buggy along the jewelled driveway to the great entrance of the royal palace.
"Do you mean that I'm a freak?" asked Jim, angrily.
This mollified Jim a little, and after some thought the green maiden decided to give the cab-horse a room in the palace, such a big building having many rooms that were seldom in use.
So Zeb unharnessed Jim, and several of the servants then led the horse around to the rear, where they selected a nice large apartment that he could have all to himself.
Jim accepted it as a mere detail, and at his command the attendants gave his coat a good rubbing, combed his mane and tail, and washed his hoofs and fetlocks.
"Fish!" cried Jim, with a sniff.
"Highness!" repeated Jim, who was unused to such titles.
They soon mixed a tub of oatmeal with a little water, and Jim ate it with much relish.
Jim stopped abruptly, being startled and amazed.
"Not only possible, but true," replied Jim, who was gratified by the impression he had created.
This praise won Jim completely.
Jim did not know, but he would not tell the Sawhorse that.
Jim was in the act of plunging down the path to escape when the Sawhorse cried out:
Jim hesitated, eyeing the beasts fearfully.
Hearing these words Jim resolved to conquer his alarm.
"I'm glad of that," said Jim; "for I, also, have a conscience, and it tells me not to crush in your skull with a blow of my powerful hoof."
Jim and the buggy followed, the old cab-horse being driven by Zeb while the Wizard stood up on the seat and bowed his bald head right and left in answer to the cheers of the people, who crowded thick about him.
"Of course not," added Jim, with a touch of scorn; "those little wooden legs of yours are not half as long as my own."
"Once, when I was young," said Jim, "I was a race horse, and defeated all who dared run against me.
"But you're old, now, Jim," suggested Zeb.
"I beg your pardon, I'm sure," said Jim, meekly.
"I ought to be a fairy," grumbled Jim, as he slowly drew the buggy home; "for to be just an ordinary horse in a fairy country is to be of no account whatever.
"It's lucky we got here, though," said the boy; and Jim thought of the dark cave, and agreed with him.
Then Zeb brought out Jim, all harnessed to the buggy, and took his seat.
I think this is the loveliest country in the world; but not being fairies Jim and I feel we ought to be where we belong--and that's at the ranch.
Jim was trotting along the well-known road, shaking his ears and whisking his tail with a contented motion.
It's Zeb--and Jim, too! he exclaimed.
An American originally from New Orleans, Jim Haynes lives in Paris.
Jim, Toni, meet me at HQ.
Jim closed the door, and Lana watched the submarine sink quietly into the surrounding water and disappear.
Jim opened the door.
The sub bumped against a dock, and the door opened to reveal the man he assumed was Jim, dressed in his workout clothing with mussed hair.
They went through another maze before Jim reached a metal door.
He smelled the burning trees and metal when Jim opened the door and saw lasers streak through the skies.
Tim and Jim were thirteen months old going on three years.
What Tim didn't think of, Jim did.
Tim mimicked her, but Jim merely nodded his head quickly twice.
Carmen lowered Jim to the ground and took both boys by the hand.
Jim pointed at the old Oak tree.
Jim grabbed her hand, walking beside her.
"Where are Jim & Tim?" he asked.
A "Jim Crow" law was enacted in 1891.
"Jim" Bridger, a famous mountaineer and scout, saw the lake in 1824, apparently before any other white man.
"But Jim knows his business all right--don't you, Jim?" patting the long nose of the animal.
Zeb shook the reins and urged him to go, but Jim was stubborn.
These they could not see, but they could feel them pelting the buggy top, and Jim screamed almost like a human being when a stone overtook him and struck his boney body.
Jim the horse had seen these spires, also, and his ears stood straight up with fear, while Dorothy and Zeb held their breaths in suspense.
But even old Jim has been saying things since we had our accident.
"I can't see that it's wrong," remarked Jim, in his gruff tones.
"Maybe Jim will go," continued Dorothy, looking at the horse.
Can you remember any breakfast that I've had today? growled Jim, as if he resented Zeb's speech.
"Come on, Jim!" called the boy.
Only a fairy country could have veg'table people; and only in a fairy country could Eureka and Jim talk as we do.
As they sat upon the grass watching Jim, who was still busily eating, Eureka said:
That is, if Jim has had enough of the pink grass.
They agreed to this plan, and when they reached the great square Jim drew the buggy into the big door of the domed hall.
Just then they heard the big voice of Jim the cab-horse calling to them, and going to the doorway leading to the dome they found the Princess and a throng of her people had entered the House of the Sorcerer.
They knew the kitten, by this time, so they scampered over to where she lay beside Jim and commenced to frisk and play with her.
A dozen of them smashed together and tumbled to the ground, and seeing his success Jim kicked again and again, charging into the vegetable crowd, knocking them in all directions and sending the others scattering to escape his iron heels.
"Stop, I command you!" cried the Wizard, in an angry tone, and at once began pulling down the rocks to liberate Jim and the piglets.
The others agreed readily to this sensible suggestion, and at once the boy began to harness Jim to the buggy.
Jim hastened his lagging steps at this assurance of a quick relief from the dark passage.
With some difficulty and danger Jim drew the buggy over the loose rocks until he reached the green lawns below, where the paths and orchards and gardens began.
He took the piglets from his pocket and let them run on the grass, and Jim tasted a mouthful of the green blades and declared he was very contented in his new surroundings.
"That's Jim," said the girl.
"No! he can kick pretty hard with his heels, and bite a little; but Jim can't 'zactly fight," she replied.
About noon they stopped to allow Jim to rest in the shade of a pretty orchard.
Dorothy climbed into the buggy, although Jim had been unharnessed from it and was grazing some distance away.
"Run for the river!" shouted the Wizard, and Jim quickly freed himself from his unseen tormenters by a few vicious kicks and then obeyed.
The Wizard opened his satchel and got out some sticking-plaster with which he mended the cuts Jim had received from the claws of the bears.
Zeb hitched Jim to the buggy again, and the horse trotted along and drew them rapidly over the smooth water.
"You'll have to make a dash, Jim," said the Wizard, "and run as fast as you can go."
All three got into the buggy and Zeb picked up the reins, though Jim needed no guidance of any sort.
Directly facing the place where Jim had stopped was an arched opening leading to a broad stairway.
So they began to ascend the stairs, Dorothy and the Wizard first, Jim next, drawing the buggy, and then Zeb to watch that nothing happened to the harness.
"And that's just what I shall do if you don't let those little balls of pork alone," said Jim, glaring at the kitten with his round, big eyes.
You haven't many teeth left, Jim, but the few you have are sharp enough to make me shudder.
The stairs had become narrower and Zeb and the Wizard often had to help Jim pull the buggy from one step to another, or keep it from jamming against the rocky walls.
Jim, who was in advance, saw the last stair before him and stuck his head above the rocky sides of the stairway.
"It's dangerous," growled Jim, in a stubborn tone.
But Jim was ready for them, and when he saw them coming he turned his heels toward them and began kicking out as hard as he could.
"Those wooden things are impossible to hurt," he said, "and all the damage Jim has done to them is to knock a few splinters from their noses and ears.
They haven't defeated us yet, and Jim is worth a whole army.
Even the kitten gave a dreadfully shrill scream and at the same time Jim the cab-horse neighed loudly.
"She's gone out for a walk," said Jim, gruffly.
"She couldn't climb DOWN, Jim," said Dorothy.
"Well, this was a figure of a cat," said Jim, "and she WENT down, anyhow, whether she climbed or crept."
"No you can't," remarked Jim, with a twinkle in his round eyes.
He put the harness together again and hitched Jim to the buggy.
So they unharnessed Jim and took the saddle off the Sawhorse, and the two queerly matched animals were stood side by side for the start.
Tim, Jim, don't be so rough.
Then Jim suddenly asked: