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Suppose you don't feel too bad to grub, eh? Though you sure don't deserve none." As on the previous morning, Alex and his jailer were near the conclusion of the meal when hoofbeats again told of the approach of a visitor. Going to the door, the cowman announced "Bennet." "So that's his name, is it?" said Alex quickly. "What? Did I say Well, let it go. I don't see that it makes much difference.
"Well, anyhow, I was hurrying along so's not to be late and just as I turned Tumley's hedge didn't Bessie come out with her face swollen so she looked homelier than Theresa Meyer. It seems she had a birthday and Alex brought her a big box of chocolates and they give her the toothache.
And they must not see you here." "Who are 'they'? And how about you knowing too much?" I inquired. "Your mysteries don't sound grave anyhow." "Alex, I'll be angry! Again you ask silly things." So I kissed her and asked how Stanley was and the Russian and the Letts, and the pony. "Poor little thing! It died. We tried to reach Tobolsk with it." "Your Stanley poisoned it with his chimney," I said.
Therewith he began slowly calling, that Jones might read off each letter as he sent it, "WS, WS, WS, BX." "I, I," answered WS. "WS answers," interpreted Jones. Steadying himself with a deep breath, Alex proceeded to carry out his plan. Carefully reaching forth with his foot beneath the table, he pressed the two wires together, then loudly clicked his key.
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Liddy pushed aside a half-dozen geranium pots, and in the space thus cleared she dumped the contents of her apron a handful of tiny bits of paper. Alex had stepped back, but I saw him watching her curiously. "Wait a moment, Liddy," I said. "You have been going through the library paper-basket again!" Liddy was arranging her bits of paper with the skill of long practice and paid no attention.
It was getting dusk, and he was five or six car-lengths from me, and running stooped over. "Perhaps we could follow his footsteps down the side of the train?" Alex suggested. "Good idea! Lead ahead. There has been a good deal of tramping about, but we may pick them out."
They discovered the eastern end of the portage to be close at the foot of a high and precipitous bank back of which grew scattered clumps of poplar-trees. This journey, which only Alex made throughout, took them several miles from the place where they had left the Jaybird, and they were tired enough by the time they had returned to their supplies. They made no further progress on that day.
Please let me know whether I should inquire any longer about all of this! Yours, Alex. Syv." Sunday she came back from the trip. I felt quite lonesome all of this week.
"I had it going when that Italian stopped me. Watch." But Alex was doomed again to interruption. Scarcely had he begun once more flashing forth the telegraph call of the station when from the direction of the woods came a shout, several answers, then a rush of feet. "Some of the Poles!" exclaimed the foreman.
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