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Raybold's face also grew red. "There has been enough of this!" he exclaimed. "Guide, you can go where you came from. You are not wanted here. If Miss Dearborn wishes her hammock taken down, I will do it." Then turning to Margery, he continued: "You do not know what it is I have to say to you. If you do not hear me now, you will regret it all your life. Send this man away."
Do you know Mr. Raybold's sister? Do you like her?" "I have met her," said Clyde; "but she is too lofty for me." "What is there lofty about her?" said Margery. "Well," said he, "she is lofty because she has elevated ideas. She goes in for reform; and for pretty much all kinds, from what I have heard." "I think she is lofty," remarked Margery, "because she is stuck-up. I don't like her."
He was more interested in Miss Raybold's present discourse than he had been in any other he had heard her deliver.
He is Miss Raybold's brother and and in a way one of our camping party, and I don't want any disturbances or quarrels." Martin's breast heaved, and he breathed heavily. "I have no doubt you are right," he said "of course you are. But I can tell you this: if I see that fellow troubling you again I'll kill him, or " "Martin! Martin!" exclaimed Margery. "What do you mean?
Archibald heard, that evening, of the bishop's plight and Raybold's discomfiture, he was amused, but also glad to know there was an opportunity for doing something practical for the bishop.
Clyde and the other gentleman, Mr. Raybold, to me. But that was after you had been talking to Mrs. Dodworth, their mother, who is Mr. Raybold's aunt. The other lady, with the shawl on, is Mrs. Henderson, and would you believe it? she's grandmother to that girl in the short dress! She doesn't begin to look old enough.
Archibald, he believed that, if they had quietly gone away, there was a better reason for it than Miss Raybold's fluency of expression. It was possible that something might have happened after he had retired from the scene the night before, for when he went to sleep Raybold was still walking up and down in the moonlight. His mind was greatly disturbed. They were gone, and he was left.
It was a week after her brother had sent her his telegram before Miss Corona Raybold arrived at Camp Rob, with her tent, her outfit, and her female guide. Mrs. Archibald had been surprised that she did not appear sooner, for, considering Mr. Raybold's state of mind, she had supposed that his sister had wished to come at the earliest possible moment.
I am doing it for the man himself." When Mr. Archibald told his wife of this little interview they both laughed heartily. "If Mr. Raybold's sister," said she, "is like him, I do not think we shall care to have her here; but sisters are often very different from their brothers. However, the bishop need not prevent her coming.
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