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"Don't wish you any hard luck, but if you and your conscience were in " "Four sharp, remember!" put in Lord James, dodging from the room. Griffith followed him closely and shut the door. "I'm not so busy, Mr. Scarbridge. Step into my private office and have a cigar," he invited, and as Lord James hesitated, he added in a lower tone, "Want your idea about him."
But I'd have slid on down if I hadn't dropped into a camp of surveyors who were heading off into the mountains and had need of another man. Griffith, the engineer in charge, talked me into joining the party as axman. I took a fancy to him. He proved himself the first real friend I'd ever had or was to have till I met Jimmy Scarbridge."
It's true Ashton can make you more comfortable, and I'll be busy half the night checking over reports and so forth with McGraw. Ashton, if you'll send over your report, it'll leave you free to entertain Mr. Scarbridge. And say, send over the boxes that'll be coming along in a little while. I'm trying a diet of grapefruit." He turned to Blake. "Come on. We don't want to keep Mr.
This hero business, for a starter what about it? I thought it was an English duke that chartered the steamer to rescue Genevieve." "No, only the son of a duke, James Scarbridge, the Right Honorable the Earl of Avondale." "My ante!" "It's in the jack-pot, and as good as lost. What chance have you now to win Genevieve, with a real earl and a real hero in the field?" "Earl and hero?
One day soon after we were cast ashore the second day, when we were thinking how to get fire, to drive away the leopard " "Leopard? I say! So that's where you got this odd gown?" "No the mother leopard and the cubs. I was going to say, Tom remarked that James Scarbridge had been his chum." "Had been? He meant is!" "Then it's true! Oh, isn't it strange and and splendid?
Himpossible!" gasped Blake, "And your papa a juke!" At sight of Griffith's upcurving eyebrows, Lord James smiled resignedly and explained: "Quite true as to His Grace, y'know. But I assure you that even in England I am legally only a commoner. It's only by courtesy custom, you know that I'm given my father's second title." "That's all right, Mr. Scarbridge," assured Griffith, in turn.
Wait a minute till I phone to a drug-store." He shuffled out through a side doorway that led into his private office. While he was telephoning, Lord James heard low moans from the bedroom. He clenched his hands, but he did not go in to his friend until Griffith returned and crossed to the inner door. "Come in, Mr. Scarbridge," he said.
There was a pause ... One of the cots in the bedroom creaked complainingly. "Huh," muttered Griffith. "Sulking, eh? Good thing for us." He gazed full into the Englishman's face, and offered his hand. "I hope you'll overlook what I said, Mr. Scarbridge Lord Scarbridge. Under the circumstances " "Don't mention it, Mr. Griffith!
But it was a very long moment before Griffith came in with a pitcher and three glasses upon a battered tray. At the tinkle of the glasses Blake looked up, his face aflame. He made a clutch at the pitcher. Griffith gave him his shoulder, and cackled: "Don't play the hog, Tommy. I've been up in Canada enough to know that the nobility always get first helping. Eh, Lord Scarbridge?"
'M free-freezin'! Lemme out!" Griffith rubbed his hands together and cackled: "Stay with it, Tommy. It's doing the work. Stay with it." "Damnation!" swore Blake. "O-open that door!" "Time we were moving, Mr. Scarbridge," said Griffith. He followed Lord James out of the bathroom, and closed the door. He led the way through into the front room, and closed that door.
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