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A fourth bobsled rushed past them, the girls screaming and laughing; and then a fifth flew by. "Mrs. Gleason said she would come over before supper time," Laura Polk said. Mrs. Gleason was the physical instructor at the Hall. "Let's get her on our sled!" cried Bess. "Let's!" chorused the others.
In brief, it was about as follows: He was mad with rage at the treatment he had received at the hands of Lieutenant Gleason, and at a deed of his which he would not detail, Lieutenant Ray knew, and that was enough. He himself had only one thought, to follow at once on the trail, to find him alone if possible, and to compel him to fight him as gentlemen fought,
And, their baggage arriving, Jack proceeded to get ready for a bath and a general furbishing. He seemed very particular. "Going out?" asked Tom. "Why er yes. Thought I'd go to call on Bessie Gleason. This is her night off duty hers and her mother's." "How do you know?" "Well er she said so. Want to come?" "Nixy. Two's company and you know what three is." "Oh, come on! Mrs.
Partridge and Sergeant and Squire Edwards were there, Captain Stoddard, Sheriff Seymour, Tax-collector Williams, Solomon Gleason, John Bacon, Esquire, General Pepoon and numerous other lawyers, County Treasurer Dwight, Deacon Nash, Ephraim Williams, Esquire, Sedgwick's law-partner, Captain Jones, the militia commissary of Stockbridge, at whose house the town stock of arms and ammunition was stored, and some other gentlemen.
But now we were millionaires and easy dead easy. We stood watch, steered and trimmed sail with no man for boss, for now the work was done, Gleason and myself and the nigger Pango gave up our false positions.
She was smuggled down between the great fat piggies to keep warm; but her toes were cold, and she was trying to pull the straw over them when she heard Mr. Gleason say to his boy, "We must kill those pigs to-morrow. They are fat enough; so come and help me sharpen the big knife."
Gleason went away feeling injured and rebuffed. It was Miss Sanford's business, he held, to come down and see him if only for a moment. He had gained his object in being kept back at the post, that he might pursue his wooing. Satisfied of the wealth and social standing of the lady, he felt no doubt whatever that if given a fair field he could win her, and win her he would.
She turned rapidly over the pages until she reached a cabinet picture of a dark-eyed, dark-haired, trim-built young officer in cavalry undress uniform. "You did not tell me who this was, Mr. Gleason." "That? Oh! That is Mr. Ray of our regiment," was the reply, in a tone lack-lustre of all interest. "Mr. Ray? Where? Let me see," exclaimed Mrs. Truscott, coming quickly to them.
Solomon Gleason had fallen dead at the first volley from his friends. It was generally supposed that his death was the result of a chance shot, but Peleg Bidwell was never heard to express any opinion on the subject, and Peleg was a very good marksman.
"But this crowd talked of the prosperous future. Seven millions, said Gleason, lay down there off Turks Island in less than sixty fathoms, and all we needed was some kind of a craft to get us there, a diving suit, and a storage battery to light up a bulb to search for the treasure. These things seemed beyond our reach, until a schooner came in for supplies.
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