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Lynch took pains to spread the news of the House of Laughter through the Mill Village by the simple medium of taking a cup of tea with Mrs. Whaley and telling her all about it. "It's better it is than the written word," she explained to Robin, who had worried over just how the Mill people were going to know about their plans.
Bobby Whaley, in his frantic efforts to attract her attention, was jumping up and down, waving his cap and screeching like a wild boy, while his companions looked on in wide-eyed wonder, half in awe at his daring, half in fear of the possible consequence. To the everlasting honor and glory of Sam Whaley's son, the automobile stopped.
Voice and gesture were surprising in that they were expressions of this personality totally unexpected. Both were almost womanlike in their delicacy. They suggested the purr and soft padding of a cat, an odd contradiction to the white, bloodless face with the inky brows. The eyes of "Poker" Whaley could throw fear into the most reckless bull-whacker on the border.
But you look like a 'run' yourself, restless and hot, and as ef somethin' was gitting 'the mad' up in you. I noticed Whaley is 'bout the same. I'd keep clear of him, ef I was you." "No, I won't. He owes me money, and I'll make him pay me!" "Don't! Thar, I've warned you, David Lorimer, and that let's me out. Take your own way now."
The Mounted are after you hot and heavy. You know their record. They get the man they go after. Take this fellow Beresford, the one that jugged you." The big ruffian shook a furious fist in the air. "Curse him!" he shouted, and added a dozen crackling oaths. "Curse him and welcome," Whaley replied. "But don't fool yourself about him. He's a go-getter.
And whativer brings thee to Bradford so early?" "I'm in real trouble, Whaley." "About some wedding, I'll be bound." "No; neither love nor women folk hev owt to do wi' it. Antony Hallam wants me to break t' entail and give him L50,000." "Save us a'! Is t' lad gone by his senses?"
One of the drivers went up and reported "Massa captain got 'im ship ashore," and down came Colonel Whaley, with all the pomp of seven lord mayors in his countenance. "What sort of a feller are you to command a ship? I'd whip the worst nigger on the plantation, if he couldn't do better than that.
Whaley did his best to help, but when at last she crept up to the higher ground beyond the bog every muscle ached with fatigue. They were almost upon it before she saw a log cabin looming out of the darkness. She sank on the floor exhausted. Whaley disappeared into the storm again. Sleepily she wondered where he was going.
Tell my father, if he asks you, that I am going with Jim Whaley, and give Miss Lulu this letter." "I done promise ole massa neber to gib Miss Lulu any letter or message from you, Massa Davie." In a moment the youth's handsome face was flaming with ungovernable passion, and he lifted his riding-whip to strike. "For de Lord Jesus' sake don't strike, Massa Davie!
The proposal of a hunt suited him. He must have a supply of food to carry him to Lookout. Whaley was a good shot and an expert trailer. If there were caribou or moose in the vicinity, he was likely to make a kill. In any event there would be hundreds of white rabbits scurrying through the woods. He decided craftily to make use of the gambler, and after he was through with him
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