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Andy next went to Furlong's room, to know if the pocket-book belonged to him; it did not, but Furlong, though he disclaimed the ownership, had that small curiosity which prompts little minds to pry into what does not belong to them, and taking the pocket-book into his hands, he opened it, and fumbled over its leaves; in the doing of which a small piece of folded paper fell from one of the pockets unnoticed by the impertinent inquisitor or Andy, to whom he returned the book when he had gratified his senseless curiosity.
Furlong over his shoulder, as he turned his back on Bert. To be called a "dog" has but one sequence in cadet world. Bert Dodge had to send his seconds to Mr. Furlong before taps. Though they must have loathed their task, had they known the whole story, the seconds made arrangements with Mr. Furlong's representatives.
Dick went on to his own quarters. "Now, that's what I call huge!" chuckled Greg Holmes, as soon as he heard the news. "But see here, old ramrod, I'm to be your other second?" "Of course," nodded Dick. "Then I'm off for Furlong's room at once. And again -hooray!" There being nothing to prevent a prompt meeting, it was arranged to take place that evening at 8.30.
Last fall, said he, I was on my way to Partridge Island, to ship off some truck and produce I had taken in, in the way of trade; and as I neared old Furlong's house, I seed an amazin crowd of folks about the door; I said to myself, says I, whose dead, and what's to pay now what on airth is the meanin of all this? Is it a vandew, or a weddin, or a rolin frolick, or a religious stir, or what is it?
"Thank God," said I, "slavery does not exist in any part of his Majesty's dominions now, we have at last wiped off that national stain." "Not quite, I guess," said he, with an air of triumph, "it ain't done with in Nova Scotia, for I have seed these human cattle sales with my own eyes; I was availed of the truth of it up here to old Furlong's last November.
But Andy's usual destiny prevailed, and an unfortunate exchange of parcels quite upset all Furlong's sweet little plan of his pretty present and his ingenious note: for as Andy was just taking his departure, Furlong said he might as well leave something for him at Reade's, the cutler, as he passed through College Green, and he handed him a case of razors which wanted setting, which Andy popped into his pocket, and as the fan case and that of the razors were much of a size, and both folded up, Andy left the fan at the cutler's and took the case of razors by way of present to Augusta.
I know Kate won't let me off to-morrow, but I will have it out with my uncle directly I come back, and go to London by the 8.30." Ere long a challenge and a cheer Came floating down the wind; 'Twas Mermaid's note, and the huntsman's voice We knew it was a find. The dull air woke us from a trance As sixty hounds joined chorus, And away we went, with a stout dog fox Not a furlong's length before us.
For just at this juncture something occurred calculated to divert not only Mr. Furlong's sentence, but the fortunes and the surplus of St. Asaph's itself. At the very moment when Mr. Furlong was speaking a newspaper delivery man in the street outside handed to the sanctified boy the office copy of the noonday paper. And the boy had no sooner looked at its headlines than he said, "How dreadful!"
Thus they rode some twenty miles, and made stay at sunset in a place that seemed rather a clearing of the wood than a meadow; for they had trees on their left hand at a furlong's distance, as well as on their right at a stone's throw. Ralph saw not Redhead as he got off his horse, and David according to his wont went with him to his tent.
"Confound it, can a yearling see just as well when he's asleep as when he's awake?" He halted before Furlong's tent, rapping on the pole. "Mr. Briggs, sir." "Come in, Mr. Briggs." The plebe stepped into the tent, drawing himself up and standing at attention. For some seconds none of the yearlings spoke. In fact, only Dick looked at the fourth classman. "Mr.
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