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Dexter made a rush at the bullocks, and the greater part of the drove turned tail; but, evidently encouraged by its success, the leader of the little herd stood firm, tossed its head on high, shook its horns, and uttered a defiant bellow.
Dexter went toward the tree, and his first instinct was to make a dash and escape, anywhere, so as to avoid punishment, but as he stooped down and drew his articles of attire from beneath the broad frond-like branches, he caught sight of Helen's eyes fixed upon him, so full of trouble and amusement that he walked back, put his hand in the doctor's, and walked with him into the house.
"You had no business atop of our wall," said the gardener stoutly. "And now look at the mischief you've done." "Tut tut tut tut!" ejaculated the doctor. "Please, sir, I didn't know as he was any one you knew." "No, no, of course not," said the doctor pettishly. "Tut tut tut! Dear me! dear me!" "I say, ain't some one coming to help me down?" said Dexter, in an ill-used tone.
I'll get it upstairs and fix up a head for it." Larry smiled to hear Mr. Emberg call him "Mr. Dexter," but, no matter how familiar an editor may become with his reporters, he gives even the youngest the title of mister when speaking of him to the copy boys. Larry finished the first page of his story, pulled it from the typewriter and handed it to Tommy, who rushed with it to Mr. Emberg's desk.
Just then the black marble timepiece on the shelf chimed four quarters, and struck eleven. "No matter what may be the descent," wrote the doctor, "the human frame is composed of the same element." "I say," cried Dexter loudly. "Eh? Yes?" said the doctor, looking up. "What time are you going to have dinner!" "Dinner? One o'clock, sir. Why, it's not long since you had breakfast."
"I promise you," said Dexter, and the old lady nodded and went upstairs, while the boy hung about in the hall. How was it that just now, when he was going away, people were beginning to seem more kind to him, and something began to drag at his heart to keep him from going? He could not tell. An hour before he had felt a wild kind of elation.
It was an utterly irresponsible gathering that leaned over the red tablecloth that night an oddly assorted group which, from the very first, Joe realized was not at all to Wickersham's liking. Dexter Allison himself, fairly radiating good-will, sat at the foot of the table, with his son-in-law-to-be on one side and Barbara's little maid, Cecile, on the other.
"I'm always getting into trouble," thought Dexter, as the result of the last few days' teachings, "and I don't want to do anything now." "Do you hear, blackguard? Get up!" There was another sharp poke, a painful poke, against which, as he moved to the other end of the seat, Dexter uttered a mild protest. "Did you hear me say, `Get up'?" shouted Edgar.
This, too, had been for some time the intention of Prince Maurice. A plan for this work had already been sent into the place, and a distinguished English engineer, Ralph Dexter by name, arrived with some able assistants to carry it into execution.
"I wonder no one has ever guessed it. Miss Dexter, where is she? Does anyone ever see her?" "My poor boy, my dear Mr. Joseph," cried Mrs. Cox. "You did not really care for her, did you? Surely! You did not care for her!" "No," said he decidedly.
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