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I needed first to get famished." "Oh why did you wait for that?" his entertainer asked. "To think of these ten years that we might have been enjoying you!" At the vision of which waste and loss Mr. Searle had a fine shrill laugh. "Well," my friend explained, "I always had a notion a stupid vulgar notion if there ever was one that to come abroad properly one had to have a pot of money.
"It was for them to come to him! Well, well," he said, fixing his eyes on our guide, "they've come to him at last!" She blushed like a wrinkled rose-leaf. "Indeed, sir, I verily believe you're one of US!" "My name's the name of that beautiful youth," Searle went on. "Dear kinsman I'm happy to meet you! And what do you think of this?" he pursued as he grasped me by the arm. "I have an idea.
She laid her hand on my arm and I felt its pressure deepen as she spoke. "He was thrown from his horse in the park. He died on the spot. Six days have passed. Six months!" She accepted my support and a moment later we had entered the room and approached the bedside, from which the doctor withdrew. Searle opened his eyes and looked at her from head to foot.
She was just a trifle startled by the possibility. He was grave for once. "Men come and go in a mining town, where everyone's unduly excited. If he isn't on deck, then have you no one else? Have you any alternative plan?" "Why, no," she confessed, her alarm increasing, "not unless Mr. Bostwick has arrived and arranged our accommodations." "I wouldn't count on Searle," drawled Van significantly.
"Let me imagine all sorts of kind things!" Searle beautifully pleaded. "Ah too much has been imagined!" she answered simply. "It was only a word of warning. It was to tell you to go. I knew something painful was coming." He took his hat. "The pains and the pleasures of this day," he said to his kinsman, "I shall equally never forget.
The whole affair was inexplicable his attitude towards Searle at the station, his abduction of herself and the maid, and this trailing of the pair of them across these terrible places, for no apparent reason in the world. Her mare followed on in the tracks of the muscular figure, over whom, for a moment, she had almost wished to yearn.
Besides, if it was reported, it could only be said that one of the besieged party escaping, returned with a small body of volunteers he had collected; and the name of the Maritzburg Scouts would not be mentioned. I am sure that Mr. Searle would impress the necessity for silence about that point, on his friends."
Here I lie, worn down to a mere throbbing fever-point; I breathe and nothing more, and yet I DESIRE! My desire lives. If I could see her! Help me out with it and let me die." Half an hour later, at a venture, I dispatched by post a note to Miss Searle: "Your cousin is rapidly sinking. He asks to see you."
Maybe it's easier than writing. Yours for the rights of labor, GLEN." Astonished by the contents of this communication, Beth read it again, in no little bewilderment, to make sure she had made no mistake. No letter from herself? No word from Searle? No answer to Glen's request for money? And he had only asked for a "few odd dollars?" There must be something wrong.
Their first step was to attend to the fallen Boers. Of these there were eighteen wounded and eleven killed, and as soon as all in their power had been done for the former, and they had been carried into the house, a blazing fire was lit in one of the rooms and the party all gathered there. "Now, Mr. King," Searle said, "you are the baas of this party; what do you think had best be done?"
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