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A battery was coming in full gallop, the drivers lashing their horses and yelling like madmen. The guns bounded along as though they would outrun the horses, and with rush, roar, and rattle they approached the front of the battalion. Some fellow in the Second Company Howitzers sung out, "Old Henry Carter! Hurrah! for the Third Company! Give it to 'em, boys!"
Carter knew was that the people of whom he bought the house said the portrait was there when they took possession, and that it had been left to apply on the back rent; also that the original was dead. It was such a sweet, sunny, happy face that it did me good to look at it, and wonder who the young girl was, and if her life were ever linked with that of the stranger watching her.
Where's Smith? Hello, Smith! Where's the red buzz wagon?" "Over there," I said. And then we all talked at once. Chilvers danced a clog-step to the delight of the grinning trainmen, Carter removed his monocle and polished it innumerable times, Miss Harding laughed and cried by turns, Mr.
Ted Carter demanded sharply. "Are you sick?" "Don's pitching like a freak," Tim answered. "It's Saturday's pitching that counts," said Ted. "You fellows have had enough warm-up. Go out in the field, Don, and catch fungoes." Don was glad to get away. When the work was over Ted ran to the outfield and took him by the arm and led him toward the road.
How was she to know if he were not even mentally amused at her inexcusable lack of perspicacity? The truth of the matter was that Douglass thought nothing at all about it; he was thinking only of how attractive this woman was in a different way from Grace Carter.
She eyed me and then retreated. Snap was threatening everybody with his cylinder. Balch dashed up. "What in hell! Where is Carter?" "In there." I pounded on A22. It opened cautiously. I could see only Carter, but I heard the murmuring voice of Dr. Frank through the interior connecting door to A20. The Captain rasped, "Get out, Haljan! Oh, is that you, Balch? Come in."
"Chuck-chuck-chuck," came in quick staccato out of the night. It was Montgomery Carter, alone, on his way across the bay from the club, in his own boat. "Hello Carter," called Verplanck. "Hello, Verplanck. What's the matter?" "Don't know. Engine trouble of some kind. Can you give us a line?" "I've got to go down to the house," he said, ranging up near us. "Then I can take you back.
I am going to 'phone Carter. He will know what time they started." He had hardly entered an adjacent shop before Jane, still keeping watch, saw the Hoffs' car flash by, going rapidly north. Quickly she sprang out and ran into the store. Dean saw her coming and left the telephone booth, his finger on his lips in a warning gesture.
From Carter my route leads through the Bad-Lands, amid buttes of mingled clay and rock, which the elements have worn into all conceivable shapes, and conspicuous among them can be seen, to the south, "Church Buttes," so called from having been chiselled by the dexterous hand of nature into a group of domes and pinnacles, that, from a distance, strikingly resembles some magnificent cathedral.
Watling has got him out of that libel suit." "Carter Ives is dead," Perry would add, sarcastically, "let bygones be bygones." It was well known that Mr. Tallant, in the early days of his newspaper, had blackmailed Mr. Ives out of some hundred thousand dollars.
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