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"This very queer thing," he murmured. "What for you use it thermometer." "No," retorted Jack Benson, frigidly, eyeing the detected one. "It's a barometer, and it shows which way a meddler blows in!" "I don't understand," remarked the Japanese, looking perplexed. "Then I'll help you to understand. First of all, put that gauge down on the table!" Kamanako did so, then made a little bow.
He was obviously exhausted and scarcely able to move, but there was something malignant in his look. He ate greedily without speaking, and then glanced up at the others. "Well," said Benson, "what's your opinion?" "Your friend's state is dangerous, and he was right in his conclusions about what was the matter with him.
For a second there was something strange in the air. The partners exchanged the merest flicker of a look, which Wayne, as far as he thought of it at all, supposed to be a recognition on their part of his carefulness in thinking of such a detail. "You need not give that another thought," said Benson. "We are not thinking of publishing that report at present. And when we do, I have your manuscript.
King was detained a moment by Mr. and Mrs. Benson; he even shook hands with Mr. Meigs, who had the tact to turn immediately from the group and talk with somebody else; while Mrs. Farquhar and Miss Lamont and Mrs. Cortlandt precipitated themselves upon Irene in a little tempest of cries and caresses and delightful feminine fluttering.
"The fortuneteller fellow, too, Benson, is stirring up the men." As I looked across the water at the small island of palms where the waves were rolling with a sullen roar, which carried far on the evening air, I saw a native boat lying off the land, and dimly through the mists I saw the sail of an old junk. I watched the junk uneasily. Small wonder that the men were apprehensive, I thought.
"At the risk of seeming rude, Mademoiselle, I am not going to be prying enough to make any guesses about your affairs," Captain Benson answered, quickly. He thought he had gotten out of the matter as cleverly as it could be done. "Some one is taking altogether too great an interest in my affairs, my Captain.
Don't notice him if he looks you over, Buck. Benson is scared to death of every new-comer who rustles into Bland's camp. An' the reason, I take it, is because he's done somebody dirt. He's hidin'. Not from a sheriff or ranger! Men who hide from them don't act like Jackrabbit Benson. He's hidin' from some guy who's huntin' him to kill him.
At the same time Jack and Eph moved up with the sailors, holding their revolvers ready to fire at the first sign of renewed hostilities from within. Bump! Two pairs of sturdy shoulders went up against the door. From within there came no sign of defiance. Bump! At the second determined assault the door flew open. "Step back, men! We'll go in first," commanded Lieutenant Benson.
"I'll put them under my desk in the corner," he said; "indeed, I would part with some of them for a trifle." I thanked him warmly, but what he had said was still hanging in my mind, and I added, "Are there real prophets among the Jews now-a-days, Mr. Benson?"
"I've no doubt," he said, "you have a lovely home in Cyrusville." "Well, I guess it's got all the improvements. Pa, Mr. Benson, said that he didn't know of anything that had been left out, and we had a man up from Cincinnati, who did all the furnishing before Irene came home." "Perhaps your daughter would have preferred to furnish it herself?" "Mebbe so.
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