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I explained to Randall why I had left his camp so soon. He was gravely concerned. "I didn't tell Willets he could have my shack to take Gracie there. This is a bit too thick." "Who's Gracie?" " a bad lot ... a girl that's been on the turf since she was in knee skirts as long as I've known her. He loves her. She can twist him around her little finger.
Say, but I'll bet she has her lonesome evenings!" Ray Willets' eyes darted across the long room and rested upon the shining black-clad figure of Miss Jevne moving about against the luxurious ivory-and-rose background of the French Room. "She she left her folks, h'm?" she mused aloud. Miss Myrtle, the brainless, regarded the tips of her shabby boots.
They bowled along at a rapid gait, the horses having more speed in them than their appearance indicated. They were just turning into the road leading to Putnam Hall grounds when Dick espied several cadets approaching, bound for the lake shore. "Here come Caven, Willets, and several others!" he cried. "Mr. Dickerson, do you recognize any of those boys?"
A second nurse from some other room came in and stood beside her. In spite of the knotted cords on Angela's face, the swollen veins, the purple hue, they were calm. Eugene could scarcely believe it, but he made an intense effort to appear calm himself. So this was childbirth! In a few moments Dr. Willets came in. He also was calm, business like, energetic.
But necessity conquered the painful reluctance, and she said "Can you pay me for this pair to-night, Mr. Willets?" "No. I've got more money to pay on Monday than I know where to get, and cannot let a cent go out." "But, Mr. Willets, I " "I don't want to hear any of your reasons, Mrs. Jarvis. You can't have the money to-night." Mrs.
"I'll see you later, Sheriff." Warden went to his office; and, after a time, Moreton strode slowly to the Willets Hotel, where for a long time he talked with Keller. When Moreton emerged from the hotel after the talk with Keller his brows were furrowed and his lips were in a pout.
He did not look up as Ray entered, thus observing rules one and two in the proper conduct of superintendents when interviewing employees. Ray Willets, standing by his desk, did not cough or wriggle or rustle her skirts or sag on one hip. A consciousness of her quiet penetrated the superintendent's mind. He glanced up hurriedly over his left shoulder. Then he laid down his pencil and sat up slowly.
Made him a special price of next to nothing, and got Doc Willets to go around and tell him he was in Dutch for want of training. Just wait." "For what?" asked Bobby, smiling. "Till the next time he comes up," declared Biff vengefully.
However, Lawler was now well equipped with evidence of Warden's misdeeds. Months before, he had sent to Metcalf, the editor of the News, in the capital, the story of the drive to Red Rock, embellished with an account of his adventure with Antrim's gang, his capture of Antrim and the subsequent bringing of the outlaw to Willets, where he had delivered him to Warden.
"Just wonderin'," hesitated Blackburn; "just wonderin'. You seen this here man, Warden?" Lawler had not met Warden; he had not even seen the man from a distance. That was because he had not visited Willets since Warden had bought Lefingwell's ranch and assumed Lefingwell's position as resident buyer for a big eastern live-stock company.
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