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"I did nothing of the kind. Just you wait here till I see the inspector. A bonny watch YOU keep on a gentleman's things." But Dickson did not interview the railway authorities. Instead he hurried to the left-luggage office. "I deposited a small box here a short time ago. I mind the number. Is it here still?" The attendant glanced at the shelf. "A wee deal box with iron bands.
This programme was carried out, and it worked, for the runner got second on a slide and a close decision. Then the Yale rooters opened their throats, and blue banners fluttered in a bunch over on the bleachers where the New Haven gang was packed together. "Yell, you suckers, yell!" cried Dickson, Harvard's first baseman. "It's the only chance you'll get."
Presently he aroused from his reverie, and, going to the corner of the cabin, brought forth a quaint bundle, and laid it upon the table. "Hello! what's that?" questioned Andy Dickson, between the deliberate puffs of his pipe. But Pete did not reply, until he had carefully unwrapped an old blanket, and held up before the astonished men a handsome violin. "Look at that, lads.
The day was getting darker, and promised an early dusk. His watch told him that it was after four, and still nothing had happened. Where on earth were Dickson and the Princess? Where in the name of all that was holy were the police? Any minute now the brig might arrive and land its men, and he would be left there as a burnt-offering to their wrath.
I am sure that that is the same canyon that Stackpole searched for the Cave of Gold when I was with him," and Dickson turned an excited face to Mr. Conroyal. "It's about a five days' tramp from here." "That's what the dying miner said," broke in Bud eagerly. "And do you think you can find that canyon again?" asked Mr. Conroyal anxiously.
Then Dickson told her that he had heard Tony had gone back to the diggings, and she attributed his not returning to the station to that cause. Later there came words of the gathering of the diggers at Birralong, and Dickson, who was often away, at the township, he said, brought word of Tony's return.
But if ye're my nevoy ye'll hae to keep up my credit, for we're a bauld and siccar lot." Half an hour later there was a furious dissension when Dickson attempted to pay for the night's entertainment. Mrs. Morran would have none of it. "Ye're no' awa' yet," she said tartly, and the matter was complicated by Heritage's refusal to take part in the debate.
I tell you at this moment she's somewhere down about the old Tower, and there's boatloads of blagyirds landing from the sea. Help me up, man, for I must be off. The story will keep. Losh, it's very near the darkening. If you're Alexis, you're just about in time for a battle." But Dickson on his feet was but a frail creature.
Inspector Dickson appeared and saluted. "We have information that a party of Blood Indians have stolen a band of horses from these gentlemen from Montana and that these horses are now on the Blood reserve. Take a couple of men and investigate, and if you find the horses bring them back." "Couple of men!" ejaculated Mr. Cadwaller breathlessly. "A couple of hundred, you mean, General!" "What for?"
The candid grey eyes were looking straight at Dickson, who managed to bring his own shy orbs to meet them. He thought that he detected a shade of hesitation. Then Mr. Loudon got up from his chair and stood on the hearthrug looking down at his visitor. He laughed, with some embarrassment, but ever so pleasantly. "I really don't know what you will think of me, Mr. McCunn.
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