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What is Mac's is mine, and vice versa. Won't you come in?" Mr. Holmes hesitated a moment. Then a sudden thought struck him. He sprang lightly up the steps and was ushered into the sanctum of the young soldier, whom he had marked the night before starting upon the scout with Terry's troopers. "So this is McLean's vine and fig-tree, is it?" said he, as he looked curiously around. "Ha!
Joining Hatton and allaying his anxiety by telling him the particulars of Captain Terry's despatch, supplemented by the information that McLean's injuries were not considered serious, Mr. Holmes asked permission to send one of the men in quest of Zook, with whom he desired very much to speak. "He has gone to the stable, sir, to take care of his horse," said a corporal of the guard.
She thinks she's the daughter of Tewfick Pasha. Her mother married the Turk and died very soon afterwards and he brought up this girl as his own. She says she's his only child." He paused, ostensibly to blow an elaborate smoke ring, but actually to enjoy McLean's astonishment. As astonishment, it was distinctly vivid. It verged upon a genuine horror as Ryder's meaning sank into his friend's mind.
McLean's eye seemed to take in every motion in the room and he instantly covered the bartender with one of the pistols as he gave the command. "Drop it," said Mellish. "There must be no shooting. You may go quietly. No one will interfere with you." "You bet your sweet life they won't," said McLean with a laugh. "Gentlemen," continued Mellish, "the house will stand the loss.
Wait until you hear Freckles' first shot, then follow me as closely as you can, to let them know that we outnumber them. If you want to save McLean's wager on you, now you go!" she commanded Freckles, who, with an agonized glance at the Angel, ran toward the east. The Bird Woman chose the middle distance, and for a last time cautioned the Angel as she moved away to lie down and shoot high.
Freckles handed him the package and answered, "By delivering to your daughter this hat, which she was after leaving at me place the other day, when she went away in a hurry. And by saying to her and the Bird Woman that I'm more thankful than I'll be having words to express for the brave things they was doing for me. I'm McLean's Limberlost guard, sir."
When he was dressed as other men, and at his work, he knew where he meant to home that precious bit of blue. It should be his good-luck token, and he would wear it always to keep bright in memory the day on which the Angel had called him her knight. How he would study, and oh, how he would sing! If only he could fulfill McLean's expectations, and make the Angel proud of him!
Deriding now her silly anxieties and deploring McLean's unnecessary trip, she had branched into the consideration of how busy McLean must be and McLean found himself somehow embarked in sketchy descriptions of the institution of which Miss Jeffries seemed to think he was the backbone and of its very interesting work throughout the country.
Daniel, always ready to take the next step ahead, accepted McLean's offer, and on a sunny July day in 1826, Susan drove with her family through the hills forty-four miles to the new world of Battenville. Here in the home of Judge McLean, she saw Negroes for the first time, Negroes working to earn their freedom.
It touched McLean's sad and lonely heart to see the pleasure and the trust and faith in their brown, honest faces, and the tears came welling up to his eyes as he held out his hand, calling them by name to step up on the gallery where he could see them better and give each man a cordial though feeble response to the hearty pressure of their brawny hands.
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