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There seemed to be a chute, or channel, in midstream, but the back-combing rollers below it looked ominously large for a boat the size of theirs, so that they were glad enough to be where they were, on dry land. Moise was once more for running the boats through the chute on the north shore, but Alex's cautious counsel prevailed.
Betan-Lani matings are fertile." Douglas's shoulders sagged, and then straightened. "I don't believe it," he said. "You're just a damned sneaking spy. Somehow or other you got a spacer in here after you wormed your way into Cousin Alex's confidence and now you're going to space out with the nucleus of a new farm. Just wait. When Alex learns of this the galaxy'll be too small to hold you."
"Now you keep your tongue between your teeth, and do exactly what you are told, young man, or you get this! You understand? "Now turn about your back toward the office door so." The door was flung open, and the robber appeared standing sideways, his gun in his hand, pointing at the day operator, who was just out of Alex's sight.
But as Wilson and Jack sprang to his side he again rose. "It's nothing," he declared. "Just a graze inside the arm." The quiet continuing, the others insisted on removing Alex's coat, and feeling, found the shirt-sleeve wet. "Tie a handkerchief round it," Alex directed. "There. That's all right.
Bland Ballard is robbing the cradle." Such was Alex Moffat in the fall of '79, still something of the "Teeny-bits" that he was in early boyhood. In two years Alex's name was on the lips of every gridiron man in the country, and in his senior year, as captain, he performed an exploit in goal kicking that has never been equalled.
"Rather," said poor Henrietta, whose face, between the heat and her perplexity, was almost crimson. "We have been reading 'Nicolo, and I am very much afraid it is as bad as Alex's visit, and has excited Fred again." "I am quite sick of hearing that word excitement!" said Fred, impatiently. "Almost as tired as of having your pulse felt," said Aunt Geoffrey.
There was a long silence after that; and then she called her sister by name, and Mrs Blair bent over her. "Kiss me, Janet. God sent you to us now. Comfort Alex's bairns." Again there was silence. The mother's hand moved uneasily, as if in search of something. Her sister lifted it, and laid it over her daughter's neck, and then it was at rest. Not a sound broke the stillness of the hour.
She also asked about the Russells; said Alexina was odd and Madelaine a beauty, and that it was a great pity the judge had not known how to keep his money, all of which seemed strange to Charlotte, when she remembered Alex's question, "Who are the Lyles?" Lucile seemed proud of the house and told the cost of a good many things.
As they neared him the crash of his rifle told he had guessed rightly that another attempt would be made to light the fire. "Quick!" he said, slamming the loading mechanism. "They're sticking to it!" Wilson and Jack saw several twinkling flames, and the roar of Alex's next shot was followed by the crash of their own weapons. A cry of agony followed, and one of the lights disappeared.
"Now what you are to do is to read off letter by letter what this young shaver in here sends on the wire. You are a tab on him. You understand?" In a trembling voice Jones responded in the affirmative. "And the first one of you who appears to do anything not straight and aboveboard gets daylight through his head," he added, raising his voice for Alex's benefit.
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