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After locking up the bureau again, he walked to the window and gazed out as impassibly as he had done at the beginning of the interview, while Raffles took a small allowance from the flask, screwed it up, and deposited it in his side-pocket, with provoking slowness, making a grimace at his stepson's back. "Farewell, Josh and if forever!" said Raffles, turning back his head as he opened the door.
"It's kinda got to be part uh the scenery to josh a pilgrim," Billy took the trouble to explain. "We don't mean any harm. I reckon you'll get along all right, once yuh get wised up." "Do you expect to be in town for any length of time?" Mr. Dill's voice was wistful, as well as his eyes.
Several times he was tempted to discuss the whole affair with his wife in order to find out if she had suspected anything. He always delayed, however, hoping that something of a more definite nature would turn up to set his doubts at rest. A few days after the big thunder-storm, Captain Josh received an official letter from the Provincial Secretary of the Boy Scouts.
On his fingers there were as many gems as would grace a native prince of India; across his waistcoat lay a gold watch-chain in huge square links and in his pocket a gold watch that weighed a pound and a half and marked minutes, seconds and quarter seconds. Just to look at Josh Smith's watch brought at least ten men to the bar every evening. Every morning Mr.
"You've heard tell, I reckon," said Miss Hepsy, "of our sister Hetty as married the schoolmaster in Newhaven?" Mr. Goldthwaite nodded. "Well, she's dead," continued Miss Hepsy with a business-like stolidity inexplicable to Carrie Goldthwaite's warm heart, "an' she's left two children, which Josh an' me'll hev to take, I reckon, seein' their parents is both dead now.
"Well, you see, when the horses ran over the dinner you gave me this morning it was all knocked out in the road, and I had nothing to eat, so Captain Josh brought me such a nice lunch." "Did you see him?" "No, I didn't. But there was a big rosy apple, and I know where it came from. It grew on that tree right by the captain's house." Mrs. Royal sat very still for some time.
Witherspoon?" asked another boy. "It seems like it," he was told by the scout master. "Meantime we ought to be very thankful we're so well provided for. No danger of being floated away this far up on the mountain. But the rain is going to stop presently." "Getting softer already!" announced the watchful Josh. "I didn't have any chance to ask you about the big oak?" Mr. Witherspoon continued.
Josh was right, not only as to the gray horse that carried his head "sorrowful like," but as to the cab and its contents. The vehicle was soon on the wharf, and in its door soon appeared the short, sturdy figure of Capt. Spike, backing out, much as a bear descends a tree.
"Not I. I go where I please and stay as long as I please." Arkwright was seated upon the grass, readjusting his collar and tie. "What a rotten coward you are!" he said to Craig, "to take me off guard like that." "It WAS a low trick," admitted Josh, looking down at him genially. "But I'm so crazy I don't know what I'm doing." "Oh, yes, you do; you wanted to show off," answered Grant.
The patrol leader, however, shook his head in the negative, much to the disappointment of the impetuous Josh. "In the first place they were apt to hurry off," said Tom. "Then they might even try to blind their trail, though I don't believe any of them know much of the Indian way of doing that.
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