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So Phoebe obtained the use of the brougham for the next day and set off
for her long Essex drive, much against Augusta's will, and greatly
wondering what it would produce; compassionate of course for poor
Lucilla, yet not entirely able to wish that Robert should resign the
charge for which he was so eminently fitted, e... |
'No, no, don't charge my looks on sentiment,' said Cilla, hastily;
'there's plenty to account for them besides. One never falls into those
foibles when one is quite strong.''Then you have been unwell?''Not to the point of giving in. Oh, no! "Never say die" was always my
motto, you know.''To what point, dear Lucy?''T... |
'Well, I don't understand about such things,' said Augusta, crossly.
'Poor papa never made such a rout about the hands. It would not have
been thought good taste to bring them forward.''If you wish to understand,' said Mervyn, maliciously, 'you had better
come and see. Robert would be very glad of your advice for the... |
'It is very odd that I should like it so much!' said Lucy; 'and now,'
turning away as usual from sentiment, 'what shall I say to Mrs. Bostock?
What a wretch she will think me! I must go over and see all those
children once more. I hope I shall have a worthy successor, poor little
rogues. I must rouse myself to write... |
He was destined to hear a good deal more. The proposal caused the utmost
gratitude and satisfaction, except that Honor and Robert doubted whether
it were a proper moment for merry-making at Hiltonbury. They were in
full consultation when in walked Sir John Raymond, who could not help
coming to town at once to express... |
The case of the three sisters remained a difficulty. The Bannermans
professed to have 'washed their hands of them,' their advice not being
taken, and Mr. Crabbe could not think himself justified in letting them
return to the protection that had so egregiously failed. Bertha was
fretted by the uncertainty, and became ... |
Honora was grieved that her child had only returned to pine and droop,
charging much of her melancholy lassitude upon Robert, and waiting on her
with solicitude and tenderness that were unhappily only an additional
oppression; and all Lucilla's aversion to solitude did not prevent her
friend's absence from being a reli... |
How glorious and full the responses, 'as the voice of many waters,' and
the chanted Psalms, the beautiful songs of degrees of the 27th of the
month, rise with new fulness and vividness of meaning among the tall
trees and sunlit foliage. One lesson alone is read, in Charlecote
Raymond's fine, powerful voice, and many a... |
At the next turn they overtook Mr. Prendergast, and he was instantly at
the carriage-door, exacting a willing promise of taking luncheon with him
on the way back, a rest for which Honor was thankful, sure as she was
that this visit was costing Lucy more than she had anticipated.Without a word, she beheld the green spac... |
'Not washed out!' he said, as her countenance flushed into more than its
wonted loveliness. 'I used to wish you hadn't such a face when those
insolent fellows talked of you--but you will get up your looks again when
I have the care of you. The first college living--there are some that
can't choose but drop before lon... |
'It is true,' said Lucy, sitting down by her. 'Perhaps I thought I did,
but if the other had ever been as much to me, I could never have used him
as I did! Oh, Honor, when a person is made of the stuff I am, it is very
hard to tell which is one's heart, and which is one's flirting-machine!
for the other thing does si... |
'_Aug._ 21_st._--Thanks to the Fire-King, he has done for the ancient
log-house, though next time he mounts his "hot-copper filly," I do
not desire a second neck-and-neck race with him. A sprain of the
leg, and contusion (or confusion) of the head, are the extent of the
damage received, and you will sa... |
Here Owen's letter broke off; and Honor begged in alarm for what Robert
evidently had in reserve. He had received this letter to her enclosed in
one from Mr. Currie, desiring him to inform poor young Sandbrook's
friends of his state. By his account, Owen's delay and surrender of his
horse had been an act of gallant s... |
Miss Charlecote felt that, under the name of Phoebe, this last reproof
was chiefly addressed to her; and perhaps Phoebe understood the same, for
there was the slightest of all arch smiles about her full lip and
downcast eye; and though she said nothing, her complete faith in her
brother's explanation, and her Christian... |
'I suppose all English houses can scarcely be like this?' said he,
looking round at the carved wainscot.'Oh, no, this house is a curiosity. Part was built before 1500.''In the time of the Indians?' Then smiling, 'I had forgotten. It is
hard to realize that I am where I have so long wished to be. Am I
actually in a ... |
Owen had begged that his cup might be sent up by his friend, on whom he
was very dependent, and it was agreed that Mr. Randolf should sleep in
his room, and remain as a guest at Woolstone-lane until Mr. Currie should
come to town. Indeed, Miss Charlecote relied on him for giving the
physician an account of the illness... |
To Honor this opinion was the cause of the deepest, most thankful
gladness; but on coming back to Owen she found him sitting in his
easy-chair, with his hand over his eyes, and his look full of
inexpressible dejection and despondency. He did not, however, advert to
the subject, only saying, 'Now then! let us have in t... |
'None,' she answered, and he let his hand drop with a sigh; but as if
repenting of any half betrayal of feeling, added, 'she has had all her
brothers and sisters at sixes and sevens, has not she?''Do you call that a real experience?' said Lucilla, almost with disdain,
and the conversation dropped.Owen's designs for his... |
Though Phoebe said good-bye, she knew perfectly well that the hours of
the morning were as nothing to the backwoodsman, and with spirits greatly
exhilarated by the Christmas invitation, she went to bed, much too sleepy
to make out why her wealth seemed so severe a shock to Humfrey Randolf.The six o'clock breakfast was ... |
'Not a bit of it! I tell you he pitied me. I found it out in time, so I
set him free. That's all.''And that was the offence?''Offence! What are you talking of? He didn't offend--No, but when I
said I could not bring so many upon him, and could not have Owen teased
about the thing, he said he would bother me no mor... |
Whatever Lucilla might have said in the first relief of recovering Mr.
Prendergast, she could not easily have made up her mind to leave her
brother in his present condition, and flattered herself that the '_at
once_' could not possibly be speedy, since Mr. Prendergast must give
notice of his intention of leaving Wrapwo... |
Brother and sister parted with light words but full hearts, each trying
to believe, though neither crediting Mr. Prendergast's assurance that the
two Owens should come and be at home for ever if they liked in Santa
Maria de X---. Neither could bear to face the truth that henceforth
their courses lay apart, and that if... |
Phoebe tried to express a rational amount of wonder at poor Honor's
taste, but grew incoherent in fear lest it should be irrational, and was
rather frightened at finding Sir John looking at her with some amusement;
but he was only thinking of how willingly the poor little heiress of the
Mervyns had once been thrown at ... |
Miss Charlecote herself came in for some of these feelings. He admired
her greatly in her Christmas aspect of Lady Bountiful, in which she well
fulfilled old visions of the mistress of an English home, but still more
did he dwell upon her gentleness, and on that shadowy resemblance to his
mother, which made him long f... |
As she came beyond the pillars of the portico, such a whirl of snow met
her that she almost questioned the prudence of her decision, when a voice
said, 'It is only the drift round the corner of the house.''You here?''Your sister gave me leave to come and see you home through the
snow-storm.''Oh, thank you! This is the... |
And thus they looked forth upon this life. Neither was so young as not
to be aware of its trials. She knew the sorrows of suspense,
bereavement, and family disunion; and he, before his twenty-fourth year,
had made experience of adversity, uncongeniality, disappointment, and
severe--almost hopeless--everyday labour. ... |
_Thekla_. I should love thee.
Whate'er thou hadst chosen, thou wouldst still have acted
Nobly and worthy of thee; but repentance
Shall ne'er disturb thy soul's fair peace._Max_. Then I must leave thee; must part from thee!_Thekla_. Being faithful
To thine own s... |
Mervyn kept his word, and waiving ceremony, took his wife at once to the
Holt, and leaving her with Miss Charlecote, made a visit to Owen in the
study, wishing, in the first place, to satisfy himself of the young man's
competence to reply to his questions. On this he had no doubt; Owen had
made steady progress ever si... |
Mervyn and Phoebe wrote by the same post. 'I will be satisfied with
whatever you decide upon as right,' were Phoebe's words; but she
refrained from expressing any wish. What was the use of a wise man, if
he were not to be let alone to make up his mind? She would trust to him
to divine what it would be to her to be t... |
'I had rather see it in his hands than those of any other person, and
there is nothing blameworthy in his continuance in it. But it is of
questionable expedience, and there are still hereditary practices carried
on, the harm of which he has not hitherto perceived, but which would
assuredly shock a new-comer such as Ra... |
'Bring me a footstool, first of all. There--at this rate I shall be able
to hop about on one leg, and be a more taking spectacle,' said Owen, as,
dragging himself up by the force of hand and arm, he resettled himself on
his couch, as much pleased as amazed at his first personal act of
locomotion after seven months, an... |
'But,' said Honora, murmuring, as if in shame, 'you know you, and
therefore your child, must be my especial charge, and always stand first
with me.''First in your affection, dearest Honey,' he said, fondly; 'I trust I
have been in that place these twenty years; I'll never give that up; but
if I get as well as I hope to... |
'Progress, indeed!' said Honor, ironically.'Listen, Honor,' said Owen, 'you had better accuse me of this
fortune-hunting which offends you. I have only obeyed Fate, and so will
you. From the moment I met him, he seemed as one I had known of old. It
was Charlecotism, of course; and his signature filled me with
presen... |
'And now, Honor dear,' said he, with a smile, 'I don't know how it is.
I've tried experiments on my brains. I have gone through half-a-dozen
tough calculations. I have read over a Greek play, and made out a
problem or two in mechanics, without being the worse for it; but,
somehow, I can't for the life of me hark back... |
Did he underrate the Holt, the wretch, or was it civility? She spoke a
little severely. 'It is not a considerable property, but it gives a
certain position, and it should make a difference to you to know what
your prospects are.'The colour flushed into his cheeks as he said, 'True! It may have a
considerable effect ... |
'So he tells me, dear boy! But when I think what he was as a child, and
what he has been as a youth, I cannot but charge it on myself.''Then think what he is, and will be, I trust, as a man,' said Robert.
'Even at the worst, the higher, purer standard that had been impressed on
him saved him from lower depths; and whe... |
'John Raymond and I were looking about the Holt the other day,' said
Mervyn, 'and agreeing how much more could be made of it. Clear away some
of those hedgerows--grub up a bit of copse or two--try chemical
manures--drain that terrible old marsh beyond the plantation--and have up
a good engine-house where you have thos... |
It was as if allegiance to poor Juliana's dislikes had hitherto kept Sir
Bevil aloof from Phoebe, and deterred him from manifesting his good-will;
but the marriage brought him at last to Beauchamp, kind, grave, military,
and melancholy as ever, and so much wrapped up in his little girl and his
fancied memory of her mot... |
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Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net[Illustration]CITADELBY ALGIS BUDRYSIllustrated by van Dongen_He was looking for a privacy his strange personality needed.
And--never quite seemed to achieve it. All his efforts were,
somehow--great triu... |
Precisely, Marlowe thought. For ordinary questions there were standard
answers, and Mary had been his secretary for so long that she could
supply them as well as he could.Dovenil. Moore II, eh? Obviously, there was something special about the
situation, and Mary was leaving the decision to him. He scanned through
his m... |
"Now, as I understand it, ud Klavan," Marlowe began, "you'd like to
learn something of our policies and methods.""That is correct, Marlowe and Mead." The Dovenilid extracted a block of
opaque material from the flat wallet at his side and steadied it on his
knee. "I have your permission to take notes?""Please do. Now, a... |
The car stopped for a pedestrian light, and a sports model bounced
jauntily to a stop beside it. The driver cocked an eyebrow at Marlowe
and chuckled. "Say, Fatso, which one of you's the Buick?" Then the light
changed, the car spurted away, and left Marlowe cringing.He would not get an official car and protect himself ... |
Marlowe's lips pulled back from his teeth as he switched off. He
snatched a candy bar out of his drawer, tore the film part way off, then
threw it back in the drawer as his desk phone chimed."Here, Chris.""Here, Mr. Marlowe.""Look, Chris--has Holliday left Earth yet?""Yes, sir. Yes, Dave.""Where is he?""Luna, en route ... |
The man shook his head in embarrassment. "No, sir. I've been ... asleep
most of the time.""I understand, Mr. Holliday. I didn't really expect you had under the
circumstances. The situation is this:"Some time ago, our survey ships, working out in their usual expanding
pattern, encountered an alien civilization on a worl... |
"We can't," Marlowe said again. "They're members of the Union, yes, but
they're also a free republic. We have no administrative jurisdiction
over them, and if we attempted to establish one our citizens would rise
in protest all over our territory.""Then we're finished. Dovenil is a dead world."Marlowe nodded slowly. "I... |
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file was produced from images generously made available
by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.)_"If a wife is allowed to boil at
all she will always boil over."_The Gentle Art
... |
"Young ladies, come to order," said Hilda in a severe tone, "and
listen to my tale of woe. After the Harding dinner I go to the opera
with the Harding party, and then, with my chaperone, that pink of
propriety, Mrs. Warren, I attend the Pachmann reception at the
Rutherfords. Now, if your scrubwoman can name a longer, h... |
This hit at Prudence's usual silence struck the company forcibly, and
after a little more from the recipe they broke up with noisy mirth.On the doorstep Nannie paused and looked about her. Puddy's last
extract from the article under discussion was wandering through her
brain, something as a cat wanders through a strang... |
"It's natural for you to be mystified, Steve," continued Randolph
after a short pause, "but you see I have a sister and I know all about
women. You can judge of the rest by any one of them. They're pretty
much alike."Loveland gave the top of the fire a few little jabs."Yes, I know," said Randolph. "You have mother and ... |
"Ah!" said Constance with an arch smile. "He talked that evening, I
assure you, and to good effect. He had but a few moments to stay, but
he made every moment tell. For one thing, he assured me, with a most
winning smile, that he should feel constrained to rise in church and
forbid the banns unless I promised to adopt ... |
On that very same day Steve received a summons to his sister, who
lived with her mother in the little country town. There he was witness
to a short, sharp contest with pneumonia; then came a defeat; and then
a quiet burial in the village churchyard; next a sinking from hour to
hour of the invalid mother whose prop and ... |
"How can I?" she asked. "I have no mother or father--no one who really
cares. I suppose I'll marry Joe Harding some day. He wants me, and
Aunt Frances keeps at me about it eternally, but I hate him.""You must not marry him," said Steve firmly. "He is not a good man.""And he's awfully ugly, too, but he's rich, and he's ... |
"Does Nannie love him?" asked Steve, and his voice and manner had
changed. He spoke very firmly."Mr. Loveland, you _exhaust_ me! Some of us who have reached maturity
have the good sense to provide for material advantages and take the
rest for granted.""If Nannie loves Mr. Harding and wishes me to withdraw in his favor,... |
"No, Scotch! and he's all I want!" and Steve closed the front door
with needless vigor."What did you buy those nasty hens for?" asked Nannie, who did not
like chickens."Oh, they'll give us something good to eat. It will be so nice to go
out every morning and bring in some new-laid eggs for breakfast.
You'll like to do ... |
"No, I ain't," said Nannie curtly. "Steve gardens, and you know it.
You've seen him bent like a bow over these beds ever since we came
here.""Yes, that's so.""And I've held myself as straight as an arrow.""Now thet's so, too," and the old man laughed. "Ye're cute, yer air.""I can see right ahead of me. I don't wear smo... |
"Oh, I don't know. He has dyspepsia. I guess he don't feel any too
well, and nothing pleases him. He took a notion that a sea voyage
would cure him, and it didn't. He snarled and snapped all the way, and
oh, I was so sick--ugh! and I had to drag myself around after him.
Then next he tried the German baths. He's tried e... |
Spite is a whip that cracks at both ends, and the rear lash inflicts
by far the sharper sting. Nannie felt its full force when she arose
early the next morning after the sowing of her peculiar crop, and
looking from the window saw the sad traces of her work lying upon the
ground. The evening before she had walked into ... |
She got up by-and-by and walked toward the parlor, but looking back to
the table she saw the violets still lying beside her plate. She
hesitated a moment, then took them up and carried them to a vase in
the next room, but in the midst of arranging them there she
impulsively turned to a magazine near at hand, slipped th... |
Constance, you must know, was a story teller--not of a reprehensible
sort, but a legitimate, orthodox one, and locally she was not without
honor on this account."Well, then, long, long ago," she began, "in the dim dawn of creation,
the gods looked down upon man whom they had made, and realized that he
was but a poor pi... |
All this was great sport for Nannie, but the trouble soon took a more
serious turn. The outcome of this latter was an anonymous notification
to Steve that if he failed to take down an obstruction which he had
put across one of the roads on his place to prevent its being used as
a public thoroughfare, he would be mobbed... |
One would have supposed that this episode would have satisfied Nannie
for awhile, but she was tireless, and must needs start out to sit hens
soon after the Andersons were laid low. Now, of all unreasoning,
stupid, obstinate, contrary beasts, a sitting hen is well qualified to
carry off the first prize. Nannie had been ... |
That very evening, after Nannie, like the cow, was corralled (and we
may use this term without reproach, since she had been rampant all
day), a small figure slipped from out the house and hastened to the
garden. His little face, frowsy as is the manner of his breed, was
uplifted, and his saucy little eyes gleamed with ... |
Even Steve began to entertain hopes of her reformation, but these were
soon dashed to the ground, and he went with them. He arose (he had by
this time become an expert at arising), and again there was a truce,
which he gratefully accepted, for he was ready enough to enjoy peace
while it lasted.Walking by a brook which ... |
With a long, solemn countenance and a tear in each eye, Bridget
approached Sarah Maria, who was breakfasting in a hasty, unhygienic
manner."It's me life I take in me hand," murmured Bridget."Drop your life and take your pail instead, or are you going to milk
into your apron?" said Nannie imperiously."Oh, me pail! Shure... |
The man sat thinking for a few moments, then he tried to laugh."Really, Nannie," he said, "if one were ill with that horrid disease
called Conceit, a quiet half hour with you on the deck of a boat would
restore him to health."Nannie gazed at him defiantly, but said nothing."No, I'll tell you, little one, how it all cam... |
"But he only made a great hateful ts-s! and turned away as mad as he
could be, and then down he hopped right into the rabbit trap, which
happened to be near."Out came one of the boys of the family, hallooing and shouting to the
others that he had heard the trap go off and knew they'd caught the
thief, and the poor litt... |
While Steve was thus being rolled as a sweet morsel of revenge under
the tongue of the vicious Sarah, Brownie came running from the house.
Possibly he beheld his master's predicament and wished to succor him;
possibly he was animated by the spirit of mischief which seemed to
possess him most of the time. However that m... |
A flood seemed to pour upon Constance, and in it she saw the lonely,
yearning, ignorant child-wife as she really was. She also saw how
unjust she herself had been, and pity and remorse laid hold upon her."Nannie! dear Nannie--you poor little thing! Come here. I want to tell
you that I love you. I never knew you before ... |
Possibly Nannie found herself more at leisure, now her bovine charge
was off her hands, and wanted occupation, or--and this is more
likely--the beauty and comfort of Randolph's and Constance's home had
stolen to her heart and stirred new impulses there. Other influences
had been at work on this neglected region as well... |
Steve watched them with a strange interest--an interest just tinged
with superstition, half rejecting, half receiving their import,
something as one watches the shifting of cards in the hands of a
wizard.He looked out over the waters of the lake, but the east was leaden
now; her lips were sealed; she had passed silentl... |
The sun was setting when Nannie wended her way homeward. She dreaded
to see Steve, but found relief in the thought that he would probably
appear as usual. When she learned that he had not returned she felt
surprised, but decided not to wait dinner, and so ate alone.She spent the evening at her cousin's house. She did n... |
That was wild enough, what with wind, and ice, and snow. Every now
and then the little house shuddered in the blast, which was shrieking
in the chimneys. The window glass was bearded with snow, which melted
here and there and ran for a little space; then, lest one should fancy
the weather were shedding repentant tears,... |
Produced by W. R. MarvinTHE ROVER BOYS ON THE PLAINSorTHE MYSTERY OF RED ROCK RANCHBy Arthur M. WinFieldGrosset & Dunlap PublishersCopyright 1906 by the Mershon CompanyCONTENTSCHAPTERI. ON THE HOUSEBOAT
II. THE BIG LUMBER RAFT
III. A "PEPPER" GHOST
IV. TROUBLE WITH NEGROES
V. DAN BAXTER APPEARS
... |
"We are well out of that mess," had been Dick Rover's comment."And I hope we never get into such another," answered Dora Stanhope.
"I was really frightened to death when I was a prisoner.""I would feel a great deal better if Dan Baxter had been captured.""Oh, Dick, do you think he will try to harm us further?" and Dora... |
"We'll have to get out the rowboat and see if we can't pull her off,"
said Captain Starr."Yes, and the sooner the better," said Dick. "If we wait, we may get
harder aground than ever."It did not take long to let the rowboat over the side of the _Dora_,
as the houseboat was named. Then Dick, Sam, Tom and Fred got in to
... |
In a clearing, the boys built a fire, and sat around this, telling
stories and talking over the events of the day.From one thing and another the conversation gradually drifted around
to ghosts, and Fred told a ghost story that was thrilling in the extreme."Don't you believe in ghosts, Hans?" questioned Sam."Not much, I... |
When the boys got back to the houseboat, they found the others hunting
all over the _Dora_ with lanterns."What are you looking for?" asked Tom."Grace thinks she saw a big negro come on board," answered Dick. "We
are trying to root him out."The houseboat was searched from end to end, but nothing could be
discovered of a... |
"He must be in trouble," thought Dick, and he was right. Soon the
dispute waxed hot, and one of the men hit Baxter in the face."Stop that!" cried Dick, running up. "Stop it, I say!"At the sound of his voice, the men started back in alarm."He must be the new sheriff," whispered one. "They say he looks like
a boy!""Then ... |
The rain was again coming down in torrents and for the moment Dick
could see little or nothing. He heard a cry from the cabin of the
_Dora_, and this increased his dismay.At last he caught sight of Tom's head, about ten feet away from the
houseboat. A glance showed him that his brother was unconscious and
on the point ... |
"All right, Massa Dick. I will do my best to see dat no harm comes
to de houseboat. But I'd like to be wid you boys, no use er talkin'.""Perhaps you can go along next time," said Dick, and with this the
colored man had to be content.It did not take the ladies and the girls long to get ready for the
trip, and they left ... |
About four o'clock that afternoon, they rode into a place called
Harpertown, which was something of a horse-trading center. Some of
the horse dealers thought they had come in to do some trading, but
lost interest when the boys told them that they were simply on a
journey to the Denton plantation."We may as well stop he... |
But the negroes did not go, and in a few minutes more three others
entered. Soon the reading-room was full of them, all talking in an
excited manner."We'se ready to work fo' you!" they cried."Give me a chance fust?" bawled one big, coal-black fellow."No, de fust job comes to me!" put in the man who had received the
let... |
"Sure he is jealous, Hans," said Dick. "Songbird couldn't make up
such poetry in a hundred years.""It runs in der family," went on the German boy calmly. "Mine granfadder
he vonce wrote a song. Da sung him py a funeral.""Did it kill anybody?" asked Fred."Not much! It vos a brize song. He got a dollar for doing it.""It ... |
Dan Baxter felt particularly downcast and desperate. Since the capture
of Lew Flapp, he had been without a companion in whom to confide,
and the peculiar loneliness among utter strangers was beginning to
tell on him. This was one reason why he had told Sack Todd so much
of his story.Coming to the end of the timber and ... |
Nobody answered, and he listened attentively. The horses had been
tethered in the bushes close to the shelter, and now he heard several
of the animals move around uneasily."Something must be disturbing them," he told himself. "I'll have to
get up and see what it is."At first, he thought he would arouse some of the othe... |
"Well, the trail is plain enough," was Dick's comment, as he came
riding up. "I can't see how we missed such a well-defined path."The run had tired their horses somewhat, and all were willing to
proceed further on a walk. They were coming to a fringe of bushes on
the plain, and here found a stream of water."Not a ranch... |
"Somebody has got to pay for the damage done," growled the cowboy.
"I am not going to stand for it, not me, so sure as my name is Jim
Jones." And he shook his head determinedly."Well, Mr. Jones, I am sorry I had to kill your steer, but it had to
be done, and that is all there is to it," said Dick calmly."That ain't pay... |
"It would be folly to go deeper into this bog, or swamp," said Dick.
"I vote we keep to the high ground.""That's the talk," said Sam. "Maybe, when we get up far enough, we
will have a chance to look around us."As well as they were able, they had cleaned off the horses and
themselves, and now they took good care to keep... |
"He must be an odd stick, to keep himself so close.""Yes; but Sack's a good spender, when he's in the humor of it.
Sometimes he comes to town with a wad o' money an' treats everybody
right an' left. Then ag'in he comes in an' won't notice nobody."Here the talk came to an end, for the hotel man had to attend to some
new... |
"May I ask what you are doing here?" he questioned, turning his sharp
eyes on Dick once more."We are doing a bit of traveling overland. We were on a houseboat,
but we got tired of riding on the Mississippi.""I see. One of them 'personally conducted tours' a feller reads about
in them magazines, eh?""That is pretty clos... |
"I am not afraid," answered the eldest Rover. "There is some great
mystery here, and I feel it ought to be investigated. Why, those men
may be bandits, or something like that, for all we know.""They are certainly not on the level, or they wouldn't put up with
a fellow like Dan Baxter," came from Sam."Dot ist so," said ... |
Nobody seemed to be in the room, and, growing bolder, they drew
nearer, until they could get a good view of the interior. They saw
a table and several chairs, and also a desk and a safe. On the table
was the lamp, and beside this, several piles of new, crisp bank bills."My gracious! Look at the money!" gasped Sam. "Why... |
After Sam and Dick had departed, the camp in the woods seemed unusually
lonesome to those left behind."I wish I had gone along," said Tom, not once, but several times."Of da only come pack in safdy," was Hans' comment.To pass the time, Songbird tried to make up some poetry, but nobody
cared to listen to him, and he soo... |
"I hope not. If they do, we'll be in a pickle, for I guess it will
be Tom and the others who will have to get us out of this hole.""I wish we had a light.""I am afraid it would do us small good. This seems to have been built
for a regular prison, and I suppose the only way out is through the
door, and that is securely ... |
THROUGH THE FORESTThe knowledge that Sam and Dick had been made prisoners by those at
Red Rock ranch was most discouraging to Tom and Songbird."They are in a hole in the ground," said the fun-loving Rover. "That
must mean that they are in some sort of dungeon.""More than likely they have a place for prisoners at the ra... |
They were still among the rocks when it began to rain. At first, the
drops did not reach them, but, as the storm increased, the water
began to fall in all directions from the branches."We must find some shelter, unless we want to be soaked," said Fred.
"Hullo, just the thing! Couldn't be any better if we had it made to... |
"I don't know what hit you. I am Tom Rover. Don't you remember me?"The government official looked perplexed for a moment, and then his
face brightened."To be sure I remember you, Rover," he stammered. "But I am all in
a twist." He brushed his hand over his face. "I thought I was down
and out, as the saying goes.""Did y... |
"If you are innocent, you have nothing to fear, and you will do what
you can to aid me in running down the guilty parties."At this, the face of the old man became a study. He started to talk,
stammered and became silent."Tell me!" he burst out suddenly. "Are you an officer?""I am--working under the United States Govern... |
"Look out for government detectives. They are on your track. One is
named James Monday. There is also a fellow named Rover--beware of
him.--NUMBER 9."Utterly unconscious of what he was doing, Tom had played directly
into the hands of Sack Todd and his evil associates.CHAPTER XXVIN WHICH TOM IS EXPOSED"Boy, who gave you... |
"Then we'll have to stay here," said Tom loudly, catching his cue
instantly."Yes, and it's a shame," added Sam in an equally loud voice. "I
suppose the others have gone on?""Certainly," said Tom calmly. "I was a chump to remain behind--only
I wanted to find you. I got hold of a letter by accident."A moment later, they ... |
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