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The two captains spun salt water yarns, and the lawyer again decided that he was getting just what he had come for. They left a little after nine, and Caroline said good night and went to her room. She was tired, mentally and physically. But she did not fall asleep at once. Her mind was still busy with the suspicion which her uncle's words concerning his future plans for Steve had aroused.
Look how light mine was! Why, it was twice as high as Ossie's!" "That's just it," said Steve gravely. "It was so light that it sort of faded away before you could taste it. An omelet, Perry, should be substantial and filling." "That shows how much you know about it," jeered Perry. "There were just as many eggs in mine as there were in his. Only I made mine with water and beat the eggs separately "
She was not accustomed to having her victims rise up and cut sharply, even peremptorily, into the flow of her speech. Macbeth, confronted by the ghost of Banquo, may have been a little more taken aback, but not much. She endeavoured to quell Steve with a glance, but it was instantly apparent that he was immune for the time being to quelling glances.
A voice muttered something which, two centuries ago, would have caused an earth-shaking scandal in the whole radio-TV industry. "Well, till Steve gets things fixed up, a brief review, to date, of what's sure to go down in history as the Battle of Pelton's Purchasers' Paradise " "Huh?" Ray fairly shouted, the book forgotten.
Neither he nor Steve saw that, as they neared the mouth of the creek, Maggie had turned, and was going rapidly across the field, towards the far side of the spit of land where the yacht lay moored out of the current. As they had to round the point, her way by land was shorter than theirs by water. When they rounded the point they saw her standing on the low inner shore, watching for them.
"Come on," said Brett in a less demanding tone. "Let's go. No use getting Strong down on us before we even get started." "Steve Strong doesn't scare me," replied Miles. "All right! He doesn't scare you. He doesn't scare me, either," said Brett irritably. "Now that we both know that neither of us is scared, let's get going." Quent smiled again and rose slowly.
After that strange declaration on the part of Steve, Max felt that his lips must be sealed more than ever. He wanted a little time to think things over. Besides, Max even began to wonder whether he could have just dreamed that he saw Steve fumbling at the haversack in the middle of the night, and mumbling to himself all the while.
Steve flashed a glance at that earnest face. For a moment he had forgotten the first glimpse he had caught of Joe that evening, bent double over the block of yellow paper a glimpse which still seemed funny and yet not very funny either. "He comes of a very old family," he replied. "Old as they are reckoned in this country." And his answer held a question. Joe shook his head.
"From Spencer Morris, of course. Paid a lot for it, too. Have a look at it. It's just as good as it ever was. The leather's a little bit worn at the edges, but you can fix that all right. It wouldn't cost more than half a dollar, I suppose, to put a new piece on there." "Look here," said Steve disgustedly, "you're a fakir! What do you suppose we want with a relic like that?
Dick lit a cigar, and gathered up his reins. "So-long, boys. I got to be going." Over his shoulder he fired another joyous shot as he cantered away. "I reckon that hostile friend will be there, too, Steve, if that's any inducement." Whether it was an inducement is not a matter of record, but certain it is that the Texan found it easy to decide to go.
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