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Chalk's conscience by telling him that he had practically guessed the whole affair from the beginning. He listened with great interest a few days later when Mr. Tredgold, after considering audibly which island he should visit first, gave him the position of Bowers's Island and began to discuss coral reefs and volcanic action. They were now well in among the islands.
The captain started in his sleep. Mr. Chalk's anxiety during the negotiations for the purchase of the Fair Emily kept him oscillating between Tredgold and Stobell until those gentlemen fled at his approach and instructed their retainers to make untruthful statements as to their whereabouts. Daily letters from Captain Brisket stated that he was still haggling with Mr. Todd over the price, and Mr.
Mary agreed, but Nancy, who at length found her tongue, declared that she wasn't going to lose sight of the house, and that she would stay where she was and watch and tell the folks who passed how we had been treated. As nothing I could say would induce her to move, I accompanied Mary to the widow's, where I left her, and hastened on to Mr Chalk's.
"He'm a weak sapling of a man, if you ax me. Allus grumblin', an' soft wi' it as I knaw none better," said Blanchard, watching Bonus struggle with the rabbit netting. "He's out of his element, I think a student a bookish man, like myself." "As like you as chalk's like cheese no more. His temper, tu! A bull in spring's a fule to him. I'm weary of him an' his cleverness."
Chalk's startled gaze. "It will be when he's done it," retorted the determined Miss Vickers. "It's a secret," explained Mr. Tredgold, addressing his staring friend. "And you must swear to keep it if it's told you. That's what she means. I've had to and so has Stobell." A fierce grunt from Mr.
Chalk, after commenting upon the inability of the late Mr. Bowling to hear the tempest's howling, indulged in idle speculations as to what he would have thought of Mr. Chalk's. Tredgold and Stobell bought papers on the station, but Mr. Chalk was in too exalted a mood for reading.
The captain eyed him without replying, and a sudden suspicion occurred to him. The strange disappearance of the map, followed by the sudden cessation of Mr. Chalk's visits, began to link themselves to this tale of unexpected wealth. He bestowed another searching glance upon the agitated Mr. Tasker. "You haven't sold anything lately, have you?" he inquired, with startling gruffness.
Chalk's pulse beat faster as his gaze wandered impartially from a stately barque in all the pride of fresh paint to dingy, sea-worn ketches and tiny yachts. Uncertain how to commence operations, they walked thoughtfully up and down the quay. If any of the craft were for sale there was nothing to announce the fact, and the various suggestions which Mr.
"My thoughts were far away," he said, at last. His wife bridled and said, "Oh, indeed!" Mr. Chalk's mother, dead some ten years before, had taken a strange pride possibly as a protest against her only son's appearance in hinting darkly at a stormy and chequered past.
It was now Mrs. Chalk's turn to appear surprised, and she did it so well that Mr. Chalk choked in his tea-cup. "About the yachting trip," she said, with a glance at her husband that made his choking take on a ventriloquial effect of distance. "He he didn't say anything to me about it," said Mrs. Stobell, timidly. She glanced at her husband, but Mr.
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