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Between these two considerations, at least, he was more than usually moved; and when he got to Randolph Crescent, he quite forgot the four hundred pounds in the inner pocket of his greatcoat, hung up the coat, with its rich freight, upon his particular pin of the hat-stand; and in the very action sealed his doom.
All this latter part, of course, I said to myself, but no word of it to the lad before me, for no honest youth can bear any lips to miscall his father save his own. "You will come to the manse with us and stay the night; it is too late to seek other lodging now." "Thank ye kindly, sir, but I hae a wee pickle siller in my pocket," he replied, with modest independence.
"Couple o' pounds, money down," said Bill, holding out his hand. The captain examined the contents of his pocket, and after considerable friction bought the bunk for a pound cash and an I O U for the balance. A more humane man would have shown a little concern as to his benefactor's sleeping-place; but the captain never gave the matter a thought.
All the change you have in your pocket is coined here, and the postage stamps you stick on your letters are made here. There is something here for every Swede. Here no one need feel homesick, for here all Swedes are at home.
"A most delightful interlude in a heavy day's work," said the Prince. "I am unfeignedly vexed, ladies, at having to rob you of so agreeable a cavalier, but I need Master Wheatman myself." Half an hour later the Colonel stood with me at the town's end to give me my final instructions. I was on Sultan, with urgent letters in my pocket and important work on hand.
She was saving my life, and she had it in her power, by the mere speaking of a word, to betray me to those who would take the papers from me by force. Without a word I took them from an inner pocket, and gave them to her. The red lips smiled, the blue eyes brightening. "Tonepah shall leave within the hour," she promised, thrusting the small packet into the bosom of her dress.
But half way down the aisle he turned and dashed back, drawing a little package from his pocket as he came. "Something to read on the way," he explained. "Wait till you get to that lonesome stretch of desert," Then with a smile that she carried in her memory for years, he said once more, "Good-bye, little Vicar! Remember, I'll come!"
Passing through a narrow side street on my way back to my hotel, I perceived above a doorway a sign which it seemed to me I had read before. I suddenly remembered that it was identical with the superscription of a card that I had carried for an hour in my waistcoat pocket.
Reynolds did not at once reply. It was not his nature to make a display of his accomplishments. He thought of the two medals securely fastened in his pocket. They were the only treasures he had brought with him. All else he had left behind. But he could not part with the medals which meant so much to him.
"Why didn't you come down this morning?" she asked him at once. Bobby held up the package and looked mysterious. "This," said he. "Oh! what is it?" she cried, jumping up. "I made it," said Bobby. "What is it?" insisted Celia. "Show it to me." But Bobby thrust the package firmly into his pocket.
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