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Peter, of course, is too tolerant to despise his cousins across the Pond, but he pregnantly reminded me that Lady Allie had asked him what sort of town Saskatchewan was and he had retorted by inquiring if she was fond of Yonkers, whereupon she'd looked puzzled and acknowledged that she'd never eaten one.
His face was heated and flushed as Allie had never seen it. A stupid surprise showed there. Slowly his hand moved up to cross his lips, to brush through his red hair; then with swifter movement it swept back to feel the door, as if he wanted the touch of tangible things. "Reckon I'm seein' 'em again!" he muttered to himself. "Oh, Larry I'm Allie Lee!" she cried, holding out her hands.
ALLIE MAYO: Yes, we named it that, and we had reason. But many another reached the harbor! But an arm that bends to make a harbor where men are safe. MRS PATRICK: I'm outside the harbor on the dunes, land not life. ALLIE MAYO: Dunes meet woods and woods hold dunes from a town that's shore to a harbor. MRS PATRICK: This is the Outside. ALLIE MAYO: Woods.
The cowboy flushed and looked insulted. "If any one but you said thet to me he'd hev to eat it." "I beg your pardon, old man. But I'm surprised. It doesn't seem like you.... And then Lord! I'll miss you." "No more 'n I'll miss you, pard," replied Larry. Suddenly Neale had a happy thought. "Red, you go back to Slingerland's and help take care of Allie. I'd feel she was safer."
Allie could have shot him and made a run for it, and she had the nerve to attempt it. The others, however, did not get out of sight before Fresno had the stirrups adjusted. He strode after them, leading the horse. Allie glanced back to see a thin stream of smoke coming out of the cabin door. Then she faced about, desperately resolved to take any chance to get away.
They had given life up, but within him there was a continual struggle. He swore to himself, as he had to Larry, that life was hopeless without Allie Lee yet there was never a sleeping or a waking hour that he gave up hope.
Neale ran to the back room, where, above the din outside, he made himself heard. But for all he could see or hear his tidings of rescue did not at once affect the men there. Then he forgot them and the fight outside in his search for Allie. The cabin was on fire, and he did not mean to leave it until he was absolutely sure she was not hidden or lying in a faint in some corner.
Before he knew it, Zoie's arms were about him she was pleading desperately. "Now see here, Allie, you may call me all the names you like," she cried with great self-abasement, "but you shan't you SHAN'T go away from Chicago." "Oh, indeed?" answered Alfred as he shook himself free of her. "I suppose you'd like me to go on with this cat and dog existence.
"You don't mind being left, Allie?" And the taller boy glanced at the girls. "All right, just for once," said Allie; "then we really ought to go up, Howard; mamma wants us to be home in good season to-night, for dinner is going to be early, so papa can get the train down." "Is your father going away again?" asked Marjorie, as the girls skated idly to and fro, waiting for the boys to join them.
"You know better than that!" Allie cried. "Don't act as if I were a kid. We're in a bad fix, with fire on three sides of us." "At least we'll be as well off inside as out here," Gray declared, and his companion agreed, so together they went into her room, where, side by side, they peered through her window. What Allie had said was true, and the man pinched himself to see if he were dreaming.
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