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Chamberlain doubted whether it was the same man, and put up objections seriatim to each proposition of Aleck's, but finally accepted them all. He made a point, however, of going on his quest alone. "You go back to the red house and go to bed, and I'll round up Eggs. I think I know how the trick can be done."
Everybody was stunned and amazed, and went about muttering, "What CAN be the matter with the Fosters?" Three days. Then came events! Things had taken a happy turn, and for forty-eight hours Aleck's imaginary corner had been booming. Up up still up! Cost point was passed. Still up and up and up! Cost point was passed. STill up and up and up! Five points above cost then ten fifteen twenty!
The elder Ridgeley had been dead many years; the simple faith had gained few proselytes; Uncle Aleck's sermons made little impression, and gained nothing in clearness of statement or doctrine, but ripened and deepened in tenderness and sweetness. His people remained unpopular, and nothing but the force of character of a few saved them from personal proscription.
The splashing made by the oars ceased, and Tom put his lips close to Aleck's ear. "You arn't going to surrender, are yer, Master Aleck?" "No; use your oar as a pole, and get us farther away." "Do you hear there?" cried another voice. "Heave-to, or I'll fire." "All gammon, Master Aleck; I know. Don't believe they've got any pistols." "There was a shot fired," said Aleck. "Orficer's, p'raps, sir.
And so, in forgetting himself, forgetting his wants, his comforts, his studies and his masculine will herein was the blossoming of Aleck's soul. Mélanie instinctively felt the subtle change, and knew in her heart that Aleck had won the day, though she still treated their engagement as an open question. Aleck would read to her in his simple, unaffected manner, sometimes with Madame Reynier and Mr.
He did not know why big Aleck Douglas should be hitting that pace out of the coulee, but since Aleck's pace was habitually unhurried, the inference was plain enough that there was some urgent need for haste. Lite let down the rails of the barred gate from the meadow into the pasture, mounted, and went galloping across the uneven sod. His first anxious thought was for the girl.
He would describe the welt on Aleck's head, the exact shade of purple in Curley's face when his boss called him off the fence. He would not smile at all during the recital, but his audience would shout and splutter and roar, and when he paused as though the story was done, some one would be sure to demand more.
"'Bout done, arn't yer, Tommy?" said the man who was mending the fire. "Nay, keep the pitch hot, messmet," said Tom. "I'll just pay her over inside as soon as we've got her turned right again." "Then that's going to be now, arn't it, matey?" said the big fisherman. "Yes," said Tom, to Aleck's great satisfaction. "Lend a hand, some on yer."
By her side stood a chair on which were writing materials, Aleck's note and card, and a half-written letter. Agatha sat up as she greeted Aleck. "I am glad to see you, Mr. Van Camp. Will you come in? I ask your pardon for not coming downstairs to see you, but I have been ill, and am not strong yet."
It was Aleck's turn to be silent now, and in turn he was some moments before he spoke. "I never thought of that," he said, and he felt as if a cold chill was running through him, to give place to a hot feverish sensation, accompanied by thirst. Then he recovered his boyish elasticity. "Here," he cried, "never say die! I'm not going to give up like this.
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