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Evidently the craft was heading directly for the island. "She is coming this way, dad!" almost shouted Dan. "It looks so to me," replied Arnold Baxter, with increasing interest. "And she isn't the Peacock, either." "No, she's a strange ship a sloop, by her rig." The Baxters watched the coming sail eagerly, and it must be confessed that the Rover boys were equally interested.
One night whilst Eyre was watching the horses, there being no water at the encampment, Baxter, his only white companion, was murdered by two little black boys belonging to South Australia, who had been with Eyre for some time previously.
There was a rustle outside; the door opened, and Lady Laura slipped in. "Forgive me, Mr. Baxter," she said. "I wanted to have just a word with you first. Please sit down a moment." She seemed a little anxious and upset, thought Laurie, as he sat down and looked at her in her evening dress with the emblematic chain more apparent than ever.
"I'll wager poor Dick has fallen into the hands of the enemy," he cried. "What enemy?" questioned the lumberman. In as few words as possible Tom and Sam explained the situation, concluding by saying they had discovered Arnold Baxter on the steamer. The story made Luke Peterson look very grave. "Reckon we let your brother git into the wrong hands," he observed.
"Did you ever think about it, Kit, how lucky we are to be born in this age? Girls have such a good time." Their conversation was interrupted by Colonel Baxter calling, "Come along, girls!" As they entered the room he sat at his desk holding a small package in his hand. "This is something I bought a few months ago, and I took it out of the vault to have a photograph made of it.
"For if they hadn't been drinking tea they wouldn't have known anything about Shirley's picture-taking ability and now she has an order." The door rattled again and the girls stood up, expecting another customer. But it was better than that. It was Colonel Baxter with a big package in his arms. He had just returned from New York, bringing with him some purchases for the shop.
He had the entrée at two or three of the more discerning among the great dealers, who occasionally asked his opinion or gave him a bargain. In short a really impressive John as he sees himself was growing up within the skin of poor John Baxter, feeble scribbler for the weak-kneed religious press.
I hated Miss Mary as perfectly as though I had known her for twenty years, but I felt that, alive or dead, I should not like her to condemn me. Yet at mid-day, when I saw Miss Mary in her bathchair, Arthurs behind and Baxter and Miss Elizabeth on either side, in the park-like grounds of the Hydro, I found it difficult to arrange my words.
"Thin, if he wanted to git you into throuble, he was after being a fellow who had a grudge against ye?" "That must be it," put in Captain Putnam. "Do ye know of any such persons?" "Yes, there are a number of such persons," answered Dick. And he mentioned Dan Baxter, Flapp, Rockley, and a number of others who in the past had proved to be his enemies.
Something tells me that we are not down and out on this deal." Joy squatted on the steps of the General Mining Supply Company's office and laughed. "You ought to win with a disposition like that, Bet Baxter. I don't admire your judgment, but I do like your spunk. I'm with you. I'll never say a discouraging word again."
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