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Now be a good fellow and hustle up that taxi. I'm getting sicker every minute." "Perhaps you had better have the doctor?" "Is there a good one handy?" "Yes, sir." "Here in the hotel?" The steward seemed undecided whether to treat the occupant of Suite A as a humorist or a lunatic, but finally he observed, "This isn't a hotel, sir." "That's what I though-t-more like a roadhouse," "This is a ship."
The chauffeur found his opportunity when he was ordered to stop the big red, white and blue car at a roadhouse just prior to the game. Mr. Carwell was thirsty, and in bad humor, and ordered the chauffeur to bring out some champagne. It was into this that Jean slipped the poison, mixed with some of his own drug which he knew would retard the action of the deadly stuff for some time.
McGuffey knew the exact position of the Maggie now, so he poised a moment on her bow; as a wave swept past him, he leaped overboard, scrambled ashore, made his way up the beach to the Great Highway which flanks the shore line between the Cliff House and Ingleside, sought a roadhouse, and warmed his interior with four fingers of whiskey neat.
"Say, come to think of it, there's an elegant little roadhouse a ways back in the country here, Tim. About half an hour there and back, I judge." Tim grunted uneasily. "Think it's safe?" he queried. "If Jeff got on to us " "Shucks! What could he do? We ain't his hired hands." "The boss, though suppose Jeff told him?" "He wouldn't, and how's he goin' to find out, anyhow?
The little town was asleep; hardly a track showed in the streets beyond the hoofprints of a horse leading up the principal thoroughfare and on out to the Georgeville road. Onward, until before them was the bleak, rat-ridden old roadhouse which formed Laura's home, and a light was gleaming within. Silently the pursuers dismounted and started forward, only to stop short.
Perhaps they had left mothers or wives or sweethearts to mourn them. Macdonald relieved Elliot at breaking trail and the young man went back to the gee-pole. They had discarded mukluks and wore moccasins and snowshoes. It was hard, slow work, for the trail-breaker had to fight his way through snow along the best route he could find. The moon was high when at last they reached the roadhouse.
Carwell was fastidious about such matters, as he had often spent many hours in the roadhouse. "LeGrand Blossom!" Now something might come out. It was known that Blossom was Mr. Carwell's chief clerk, and more than one person knew of the impending partnership, for Mr. Carwell was rather talkative at times. "Mr.
In attempting to approach the latter we encountered some rough country and were compelled to turn towards the former, crossing it, at O'Brien's roadhouse, some seven miles above the mouth. The husbanded reserves of our horses were shaken out, and shortly afterward smoke-clouds from camp-fires, hanging low, attracted our attention.
But of Glen he said little, nothing, in fact, that would in any way arouse Harmon's suspicion of the writer's deep interest in the girl. When the letter was finished he took it over to the roadhouse to mail, and then spent the rest of the afternoon upon the creek in an effort to learn, if possible, something about Frontier Samson.
The clock, ticking loudly on its nail, said midnight, and still Mullendore, deaf and blind to all save the fantastic world into which he stared, mumbled incoherently. At last, unable longer to sit quietly, Kate arose and leaned over him. "Do you remember the Sand Coulee, Pete? the Sand Coulee Roadhouse where you used to stop?" she asked softly.
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