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And now, but slightly different in degree only, he saw the same look in Galloway's eyes which he had brought into Cutter's and Kemble's. "Del Rio?" repeated Galloway frowningly. "What makes you say that?" "I'll collect your five hundred later," was Norton's laughing response. Swerving out a little as he passed, he rode on.
It took but little time to transform the woodcutter into a domestic servant, and to exchange his dress of green jump for a more decent suit of grey cloth. He departed on horseback with his supposed mistress behind him, accompanied by her cousin, Mr. Norton's house, without interruption or danger. Wilmot stopped at Sir John Winter's, a place in the neighbourhood.
It was dogged determination, faith in himself and in his own ability to triumph over every obstacle. We now slowly entered the shed where two men were working over Norton's biplane. One of the men was a Frenchman, Jaurette, who had worked with Farman, a silent, dark-browed, weatherbeaten fellow with a sort of sullen politeness.
"Norton's head was too full," said Esther with another movement of her head that struck Matilda very much; it was quite like a grown-up young lady; and gave Matilda the notion that she thought a good deal of Norton. "Yes; we are cousins; that is why he told me to take care of you."
"Jeff!" he cried, summoning Norton's servant from the house. "What's the matter, Mas'r?" asked the negro, as he appeared in the open door. "Why, here's Mr. Norton's horse come home without him. Do you know where he went this afternoon?" "I heard him say he reckoned he'd ride over to Belle Plain, Mas'r," answered Jeff, grinning.
Across Norton's mind there flashed the recollection of the passenger offering his paltry two dollars to Sleeping Thunder for the eagle plume in his hair. No wonder the train conductor had laughed! And just here North Eagle entered, asking him if he would care to see the cattle that were ranging somewhere near by. Of course he cared, and for all the years to come he never forgot that sight.
That Norton's political career was the outcome of Carolina Langdon's ambition to shine in gay society was known to his friends as well as his family, and his desire to win her and place her where she could satisfy every whim had developed almost to a frenzy.
Ten minutes later and he had got together his belongings and was ready to quit Thicket Point. He retraced his steps to the floor below. In the hall he paused and glanced about him. He seemed to feel her presence and very near to-morrow she would enter there as Norton's wife. With his pack under his arm he entered the dining-room in search of Jeff.
Slow-growing varieties, such as the Delaware and Catawba, may be planted six feet apart in the rows, making the distance six feet each way; but the Concord, Norton's Virginia, Herbemont, Hartford Prolific, Cunningham, and all the strong growers, will need more room, say ten feet in the rows, so as to give the vines ample room to spread, and allow free circulation of air one of the first conditions of health in the vines, and quality of the fruit.
"Turn around. I think Norton is just about to fly." "Watch him then," answered Craig. "Tell me when he gets in the air." Just then Norton's aeroplane rose gently from the field. A wild shout of applause came from the people below us, at the heroism of the man who dared to fly this new and apparently fated machine.
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