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From the vine-covered pergola where they lunched they beheld the distant sea like a lavender haze across the flats. And Honora wondered whether there were not an element of truth in what Mr. Dewing said of their hostess that she thought nothing immoral except novels with happy endings. Chiltern did not talk much: he looked at Honora.

"I'm not buying, I'm betting! Who's wiggling now?" "You headstrong, stiff-necked old fool, you've made a bet! I've got the evidence. Your word against mine?" "Your word against mine. The bet is made," said Pete. "What have you got? I called you." "I've got the Dead Man's Hand that's all!" Dewing spread out three aces and a pair of eights, and smiled exasperatingly.

You never saw the day you had the makin's of a prospector in you." "Let other men do the work and take the risk while I take the gain, and it's little I care for your opinion," rejoined Dewing. "And you would do well to keep your hands from my throat when my hand is in my coat pocket as is the case at this present instant." "This thing has gone far enough," said Zurich.

I don't see why the three of us couldn't have kept this to ourselves but Something had to blab it out! Why he should do that, and then distrust the very men he chose for so munificent a sharing of a confidence better withheld that is quite beyond my understanding. Dewing, you would never have clapped an eye on that nugget if I had suspected in you so unswerving a loyalty to the gang.

Shorter called her up over the telephone, and she yielded. "I've got Alfred Dewing for myself," said Elsie Shorter, as she greeted Honora in the hall. "He writes those very clever things you've read them. And Hugh for you," she added significantly. The Shorter cottage, though commodious, was simplicity itself.

When they started on at four o'clock, Pete turned aside for the little spring in Coyote Pass, instead of keeping to the more direct but rougher trail to the Fresnal, over the Baboquivari, as first planned. Boland promised to be something of a handicap; which, had he but known it, was all the better for the intents of Mr. Something Dewing. For Mr.

"Oh, I'm not a fool," said Mr. Cuthbert. "But if I were a poet, or that fellow Dewing, I might be able to tell you what your eyes were like to-night." "I'm glad you're not," said Honora. As they were going in, she turned for a lingering look at the sea. A strong young moon rode serenely in the sky and struck a path of light across the restless waters.

You turn this over and let me know your ideas." "And that reminds me," said Dewing with smooth insolence, equally maddening to both hearers, "that Eric's ideas have been notably justified of late; whereas your ideas and mine have been stupid blunders from first to last. You see me at a stand, friend Mayer, doubtful if it were not the part of wisdom to transfer my obedience to Eric hereafter."

'Ah, dear, dear! sighed Fenellan; 'and out of good comes evil! as grandfather Deucalion exclaimed, when he gallantly handed up his dripping wife from the mud of the Deluge waters. Do you mean to be running and Dewing it on for ever, with only a nod for friends, Dart? 'Lord, Simmy, what a sound of home there is in your old nonsense! Dartrey said.

'T was a sorry business from the first hazing that boy; I take shame to have hand in it. And for every thousand of that dirty money we now stand to lose a million." "'T was a piker's game," sneered Dewing. "Not worth the trouble and risk. We had about three thousand from Zurich to split between us; little enough. Of course Zurich kept his share, the lion's share."