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And the Carnabys might either land at Plymouth, or we go on with them in the ship to London. That's a very good plan. But why lose time by writing? Send a telegram to Mamma "Could we leave Hughie and nurse with you for a day or two?" Harvey again turned his steps to the post-office, and this message was despatched. A few hours elapsed before the reply came, but it was favourable.
They were all too busy to talk, at least so Hughie felt, and as for himself, he was only afraid lest the others should "push back" before he had satisfied the terrible craving within him.
I manage this affair myself." Flick merely shrugged his shoulders, and they walked on without further speech on the matter. Presently Bob's keen eyes descried some one walking down the mesquite avenue toward them. "Why, it's Hughie!" he exclaimed. Even as he spoke the boy stopped and listened intently.
When I would be going sparkin' the lassies, it wasn't running away they would be." "Oh, but then you must have been so handsome and so fine, Uncle Hughie," said the girl diplomatically. "If I go up into the village will you tell mother you said I might?" Uncle Hughie was not impervious to flattery, but he looked doubtful.
"You're the youngest and prettiest woman in the congregation," he cried, and forgetting for the moment his sense of meanness, he threw his arms round his mother. "Oh, Hughie, shame on you! What a dreadful flatterer you are!" said his mother. "Now, run away to your pie, and then to your evening work, my boy, and we will have a good lesson together after supper."
Through all the mazes of specious argument Hughie worked his way, arriving at no conclusion, except that he carried with him a feeling that if he could by some means get that money out of the drawer in a way that would not be stealing, it would be a vast relief, greater than words could tell. That night brought him the opportunity. His father and mother were away at the prayer meeting.
Sandy was some quality, too, and owned three houses. "Did aany o' ye see my big orange cat?" he asked the callers. Without waiting for an answer he opened the door of the pigsty and peeped in. By the time Hughie scrambled out there were a dozen men, women and boys around the sty. As the beggar-man struggled up through his freight to his feet the eyes of the crowd were scrutinizing him.
And all the time he had but one plea, that his brother was no more than a boy and hadn't an ounce of vice in his nature which was well enough beknown to all in Tregarrick, but didn't go down with His Majesty's advisers: while as for the Prince Regent, Dan'l couldn't get to see him till the Wednesday evening that Hughie was to be hanged on the Friday, and then his Royal Highness spoke him neither soft nor hopeful.
Hughie's eyes were blazing with great fierceness. Foxy hastened to add, "And I'll let you have the pistol right off, and you'll pay me again some time when you can, the other dollar." Hughie checked the indignant answer that was at his lips.
"Say," said Don, "he's making for Alan Gorrach's cabin." "Man!" said Hughie, "that would be fine, to get him there. It's good and open, too." "Too open by a long way," grunted Don. "We'd never get him there." Sure enough, the dogs led up from the swamp and along the path to Alan's cabin. The door stood open, and in answer to Don's "Horo!" Alan came out. "What now?" he said, glowering at Don.
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