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It is a very clear night, the roads are excellent, and the horses are fresh; so he could easily reach Baymouth by sunrise, and put up at the 'Planter's Rest, for Sunday, and wait there for the boat." "Yes, Ishmael, I think I had better do so; we'll go home now directly and start Sam. He'll be pleased to death!
Old Sam looked as though he'd like to eat 'im, especially as he noticed Mrs. Finch listening and pretending not to. "Oh! that one," he ses, arter a bit o' hard thinking. "Oh! I found out who it belonged to. You wouldn't believe 'ow pleased they was at getting it back agin."
In a little while they began to talk like a couple of old friends, and he told Sam all about 'is father, wot was a clergyman in the country, and Sam talked about a father of his as was living private on three 'undred a year. "Ah, money's a useful thing," ses the man. "It ain't everything," ses Sam. "It won't give you 'appiness. I've run through a lot in my time, so I ought to know."
"Do be a dear and run down to the saloon and see if it's all right about our places for lunch." "It is all right. The table steward said so." "Yes, but go and make certain." "All right." He hopped away and the girl turned to Sam with shining eyes. "Oh, Mr. Marlowe, you oughtn't to have done it! Really, you oughtn't! You might have been drowned! But I never saw anything so wonderful.
Hollis' brothers had all left home with the excuse that they could "better" themselves elsewhere; two were second mates on board large ships, Will and Harold, Sam was learning a trade in the nearest town, he was next to Hollis in age, and the eldest, Herbert, had married and was farming on shares within ten miles of his father's farm.
He poured forth a stream of the foulest abuse which the policeman had ever heard. "That's the kind of girl she was, Slade," he went on, addressing the detective, as criminals will, familiarly by their surnames. "She ain't fit to walk the earth " His voice broke. "Might I ask her name?" demanded Slade. Again Sam looked suspiciously around. "Look here," he said, "leave me to deal with her.
"If you are going to leave college this June, it won't make so much difference whether you pass with flying colors or not, Tom," he said. "But if I am to return in the Fall, I want to make sure that I am not going to do so under conditions." "But, Sam, I don't see why you can't play a game or two," persisted Tom. "It doesn't seem natural for you to keep out of it altogether."
The passengers of the California, crowding curiously, respectfully gave way. "Well, holy smoke!" exclaimed Mr. Grigsby, at sight of one of the men. "Is that you, Bentley?" "Hello, Sam," wearily responded the man. "It's what's left of me." "Where'd you come from?" "From the States, by way of the Gila trail across the desert. Nigh starved to death, too." "You look it," commented Mr. Grigsby.
You'se foolin'. How you gwine to git fire wid water, I'd like to know." "Well, wait and see. I'm not fooling." To tell the truth, Tom was quite as much at a loss as Joe was, to know how Sam could get fire with water; but his confidence in his "big brother," as he called Sam, was too perfect to admit of a doubt or a question.
"The back axle, I think," answered Tom, as he leaped to the ground. The boys had a lantern with them and with this they looked for the damage done. Tom's guess proved correct the back axle had given way close to the left wheel. "What's to be done now?" asked Sam, in some dismay. "Say, I don't think that was my fault," he added, quickly. "I told you to be careful," returned Dick.
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