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Blondy staggered but kept himself from falling by gripping the edge of the bar with his left hand; the right, still holding the gun, raised and rubbed across his forehead; he looked like a sleeper awakening. Not a sound from any one else, while Vic watched the tiny wraith of smoke jerk up from the muzzle of his revolver. Then Blondy's gun flashed down and clanked on the floor.
And the darkness and rain swallowed him as he leaped away to the westward! Burgess gazed into the blackness into which Bond Saxon had gone until a soft hand touched his, and he looked down to see little Bug Buler, clad in his nightgown, standing barefoot beside him. "Where's Vic?" Bug demanded. "I don't know," Burgess answered. "Take me up, I'se told."
His eyes opened wide, and fixed upon me with a sort of helpless terror. "No, no! don't go! stay!" he whispered, clutching my wrist with his damp, shaking fingers. "Stay a minute." "But you want something to pull you round. I shan't be two seconds," I answered, trying to unclasp his clinging fingers. "Never mind! Oh, Vic, for God's sake stay."
Presently Vic slipped quietly in to me, in the new blue dressing-gown which was to have been mine, only when she saw it finished, she wanted it, and had four inches taken up above the hem. "Well, how are you feeling about things now?" she asked, sitting down in front of the mirror, with her hairbrush in her hand.
Presently there were rock walls on either side hemming them in a narrow crevice in the ledges. Then the rain ceased and Vic knew they had slidden down into a rock-covered fissure, that they were getting underground. They tried to turn back, but the up-climb was impossible, and in the darkness they could reach nothing but the sharp ledge of the cliff sheer above the raging river.
"Ah, Vic!" he murmured, with a long sad sigh; "I've had such a splendid dream!" "Come, that's right, old boy. Here, have another mouthful," said Victor, holding a tin can to his friend's lips. "It's only tea, hot and strong the best thing in the world to refresh a wounded man; and after such a fight "
He would never have employed him were it not for Vic, who was worth very much money to him in the course of the year. She was the most important person within a radius of a hundred and fifty miles, not excepting Rembrandt, the owner of Bomba Station, which was twenty miles square, nor the parson at Magari, ninety miles south, by the Ring-Tail Billabong.
McGinnis they have become such great friends. And I should like to have the Mayor, he is so funny. But perhaps he wouldn't fit. He DOES take up a lot of attention." "Cut him out!" said Victor with decision. "And for ladies," continued Patricia, "just the relatives all the mothers and the sisters. That's enough." "How lovely!" murmured Vic.
Oh! blessed power of the college man to lead the half-tamed boy into the stronger places of life; nor shove him to the dangerous ground where his feet must sink in the quicksand or the mire! Vic sat looking thoughtfully at the man before him. "Your confession here is all right. Your claim to a place on the team in Thursday's game was just."
"Indeed, you are jolly well right," said Vic. "We will all be in it then. Civic guard! Special police! 'Shun! Fix bayonets! Prepare for cavalry! Eh?" "Oh, how terrible it all is," said Mrs. Templeton. "Nonsense, Vic," said Hugh. "Don't listen to him, Mrs. Templeton. We will have nothing of that sort." "Well, it is all very sad," said Mrs. Templeton. "But here is Rupert.
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