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I told him how Bish had smuggled Gerrit and Leo Belsher out on Second Level Down and gotten them to the spaceport, where Courtland's men had been waiting for them. "Gerrit's going to Terra, and from there to Loki. They want the natives to see what happens to a Terran who breaks Terran law; teach them that our law isn't just to protect us. Belsher's going to Terra, too.
What kind of a girl he could only imagine from Courtland's rapt look when he received a letter, and from the exquisite photograph that presently took its place on Courtland's desk. He hoped to have opportunity to judge more accurately when the summer came, for Mother Marshall had invited Pat to come out with Courtland in the spring and spend a week, and Pat was going.
Pat, walking by his side, looked furtively at Gila then keenly at his companion, and winked to his inner consciousness. "She's the poor simp that did the business! And she looks her part, b'leeve me!" he told himself. "But he'll get over that! He's too big to miss her long!" Although there was pain in these days that followed Courtland's choice, there was also great peace in his heart.
"Say, that is going some!" "Ferget it!" ejaculated Bill Ward, coming to his feet. "Had your supper yet, Court?" Courtland shook his head. "Well, just you sit still there while I run down to the pie-shop and see what I can get." Bill seized his cap and mackinaw and went roaring off down the hall. Courtland's eyes were closed. He hadn't felt so tired since he left the hospital.
"I think it extremely unlikely that they would believe it," he replied. "But even if they believed every word of it they would not cease to believe in Mr. Courtland's bravery.
The gown was an unequivocal success, and had Ella seen the disgraceful article which had appeared in the Spiritual Aneroid on the subject of Mr. Courtland's explorations? Ella smiled a slow smile, as the question joined the congratulation without the lapse of a breath. "The Spiritual Aneroid? Who is the Spiritual Aneroid? What is the Spiritual Aneroid?" she asked. "Oh, a newspaper.
He gave the note to Zoe, bidding her hasten by the back garden across the fields. Then he turned to Cato. "I am going with you to the quarters tonight," he said quietly, "and you can carry your pistol back to the armory yourself." He handed him the weapon. The negro received it gratefully, but suddenly cast a searching glance at his employer. Courtland's face, however, betrayed no change.
It was his principal overseer a strong and superior negro, selected by his fellow-freedmen from among their number in accordance with Courtland's new regime. "Did you come here from the plantation or the town?" "The town, sah." "I think you had better keep out of the town in the evenings for the present," said Courtland in a tone of quiet but positive authority.
Seeing a cloud pass over Courtland's face, the young lady added with an affected sigh, and the first touch of feminine coquetry which had invaded their wholesome camaraderie: "Yo' ought to have found us out BEFORE, co'nnle."
Her talk was as fresh, as quaint, as original as herself, and yet so practical and to the purpose of Courtland's visit as to excuse his delight in it and her own fascinating propinquity.
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