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"Then share 'em!" said Lucille. "Bill's in love again!" Archie blinked. "Bill? When you say Bill, do you mean Bill? Your brother Bill? My brother-in-law Bill? Jolly old William, the son and heir of the Brewsters?" "I do." "You say he's in love? Cupid's dart?" "Even so!" "But, I say! Isn't this rather What I mean to say is, the lad's an absolute scourge! The Great Lover, what!
He wanted me to go out there and engineer that thing, but I said, No, Dilworthy, I must be on hand here, both on Laura's account and the bill's but you've no trifling genius for organization yourself, said I and I was right. You go ahead, said I you can fix it and so he has.
Two spurts of yellow fire broke for an instant the utter gloom. But there was no time for a third shot. He was the nearest of the three attackers, and Bill's outstretched arms seized him. The woodsman's muscles gave a mighty wrench. His grasp was about Joe's chest at first, but with a great lurch he slung the man's body out far enough so that he could loop his sinewy arms about the man's knees.
But it was not until sound in the town had perceptibly decreased in volume that there was any sign of the men relaxing their vigil. And then he noted them congregating at the front of the building. "Hell," he heard one of them say; "what's the use of hittin' that trail all night! Bill's inside, an' we can see the door from here. I'm due for a smoke an' a palaver!"
There were the two cottages Binnacle Bill's, with some newly washed white garments hanging over the rocks; and Jonas Uggleston's, with its stone sheds and outbuildings bristling with spars and wreck-wood that had been thrown up, and with nets and sails spread out to dry.
"I was kind of wonderin'," Minky went on thoughtfully, "if he don't turn up wot's to happen with them kids?" "I ain't figgered." Bill's interest was apparently wandering. "He'll need to be gettin' around or somethin's got to be done," Minky drifted on vaguely. "Sure." "Y'see, Sunny's jest a hoboe." "Sure."
The thought occurred with the entrance of Sandy Joyce, who took the empty place at the table on Bill's right. Birdie was hovering near, and, as Sandy took his seat, she suddenly dumped a fresh cup of coffee before the gambler. She giggled coyly as the cup clattered on the bare table. "I ain't set sugar in it, Bill," she said sweetly, and reached towards the sugar-bowl.
Saleratus Bill's precautions were most likely taken, Bob argued to himself, with a view toward a man bound at the elbows, not to a man with two hands. In this he was evidently correct, for after a painful effort, he found himself among the high grasses of the meadow.
"Now don't be tellin' that yarn agin," broke in Dick. "Sure Bill's heard un leastways he must 'a' heard un." "No, I never heard un," said Bill. "An' ain't been missin' much then. 'Tis just one o' Ed's yarns, an' no truth in un." "'Tis no yarn. 'Tis true, an' I could prove un by th' Injuns. Leastways I could if I knew where un were, but none o' that crowd o' Injuns comes this way these days."
Across the way on the other side of No Man's Land there was mud the same as on Bill's side: only the mud over there stank; it didn't seem to have been kept clean somehow. And the parapet was sliding away in places, for working parties had not had much of a chance.
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