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The signs of travel had not only ceased, but a little in front of us the way was barred by a gate, and beyond this gate there was nothing but a sort of savage pasture, with many red and brown cattle in it, gathered questioningly about the barrier, or lifting their heads indifferently from the grass.
For a moment we stood gazing at each other, questioningly. "Well, won't you sit down and stay awhile?" she asked. I took a chair on the opposite side of the fire. "I just thought I'd drop in," I said. "I am flattered," said Nancy, "that a person so affaire should find time to call on an old friend. Why, I thought you never left your office until seven o'clock."
"All right, put in the day," cheerfully assented the lad called Whopper, because of his propensity to exaggerate when speaking. "Of course you'll go, too, Giant?" he added, questioningly. "Will I?" answered the small youth. "Will a duck swim and a cow eat clover? To be sure I'll go. But I'll have to run home first and tell mother." "I'll have to go home, too," said the lad called Snap.
He turned as the sound of the retreating steps died away and looked long and searchingly into her face. If the girl intended to ignore their former meeting, he thought, he would at once put that idea beyond all question. She bore his scrutiny with no apparent embarrassment. She was an American girl, and as she would have expressed it, she was "game!" "Well?" she said at last, questioningly.
I don't just like this sort of thing," he added, "but the end justifies the means, I think." Tom nodded gravely. The stain against his name had affected him more than he cared to admit. The three lads went out and Tom sat down in moody silence to await their return. They were not long away, and came back together, rather silent. "Well?" asked Tom questioningly, as his chums entered.
She turned questioningly, with hands still raised. "Come in!" A girl was standing in the doorway; she wore a dressing-gown, and beneath it her slim ankles peeped out of a pair of the felt slippers nurses wear at night. "Betty! What's the matter?" "Did you hear the firing?" Margaret nodded. Was the betrayal of her nerves infectious? Had it communicated itself to the whole staff?
Often enough during the long march, hope had assumed tones like those of "David's City with streets of gold," or "Paradise," or "The splendor of the Lord returns." He himself had questioningly given ear; but never until now had the voice of hope sounded in a song that had to do with food and clothing, house and farm; so how was he to find his way?
"Pick Loring." "You're a horse thief, it seems." "I don't deny it." "My name is Dan Baxter, and this is my friend, Lew Flapp." "Glad to know you. This is my pard in business, Hamp Gouch. We had to quit in a hurry, but I reckon we fell in the right hands," and Pick Loring closed one eye suggestively and questioningly. "You're safe with us, Loring, if you'll give us a lift."
Her dark eyes played questioningly upon him and he could see that they were wet with tears, and that the face from out of which they looked was very white. "Why have you come back here to-night?" she asked in a low tone; and then, suddenly, a fear, a terror in her voice, as the Flopper's warning flashed upon her: "Thornton you have seen Thornton?"
He got me to come here, and I couldn't even seem to act without him." He put it questioningly, and the old man answered: "Yes, I can see that. When 'll he be in? I can wait." But he looked impatient. "Very soon, now," said March, looking at his watch.
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