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"Well, if I don't?" asked Nick. "Oh it won't do it won't do," said Mr. Carteret in a tone his companion was destined to remember afterwards. "I say I've no son," he continued; "but if I had had one he should have risen high." "It's well for me such a person doesn't exist. I shouldn't easily have found a wife." "He would have gone to the altar with a little money in his pocket."
"But, being a woman, it seems I've got to spend my life slavin' for other folks' stomachs. But you're yo' Uncle Nick Sales all over again; 'Don't you get up befo' day to set that dough, Marthy, he'd say, but when the bread came on flat as a pancake, he'd look sourer than all the rest." "What was my Uncle Nick Sales like?" asked Nicholas indifferently.
"Very well," said Jones, and he scribbled on a piece of paper. "I'll be there at half-past four o'clock." Nick thanked Mr. Jones for his courtesy, and immediately withdrew. But he did not go far. In a convenient doorway he wrote a note to Chick, on the back of the scrap of paper which Jones had given him, and sealed it in an envelope.
"All right," Fido Norton shot back, "they might all be at the North Pole, but these prints were made by scout shoes to-night. That's what I'm telling you." "All right," said Nick with a tolerant sneer in his voice, "the car was stolen by a boy scout, probably a tenderfoot. Maybe it was stolen by a girl scout "
He shall follow up the clues like a bloodhound, and hang on to them when he's got 'em, like a bulldog." "Oh, but don't let's put off our journey!" Angela exclaimed. "I feel, if we do that, we'll never go. It has always " she half-whispered, "seemed too good to come true." "I'd rather do 'most anything than put off the trip," said Nick. "But there's time for everything.
She said to Peter: "Are we going to dine here? Oh dear, why didn't you have a private room?" Nick had not seen her at all for several weeks and had seen her but little for a year, but her off-hand cursory manner had not altered in the interval.
"We return to civilization!" But it was not a very populous civilization which they were approaching. They came within view of a domed temple indeed, but it was a temple set among ruins. There was no sign of any inhabitant, near or far. "There's a well somewhere," said Olga. "Nick said we were to camp there." "So be it!" said Noel. "It's Nick's funeral. Let us find his precious well!"
"Even Jim has ceased his gruesome threats," he said cheerily. "There will be no more lopping of branches this season. Just as well, for I chance to have developed an affection for what is left." "You're going back to the Regiment, I suppose?" Blake questioned. "No, he isn't," thrust in Olga, and was instantly frowned upon by Nick. "Speak when you're spoken to, little girl!
"Thank you for what you say, K. K." he told the other. "You make the fourth fellow to tell me about the same thing. But really, I don't believe there's as much danger as you seem to believe. Fellows like Nick are careful not to get struck by lightning twice. The burnt child dreads the fire, they say.
But something behind the locked windows of his soul recognized a congenial spirit in the open windows of Nick Hilliard's, and the two had made friends years ago. The morning's call was a renewal of old acquaintance; and the sea-green light under the Grapevine was as clear as on another May day, when Nick was six years younger.
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