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The irritable red of Alloway's face turned to a deeper tint, but he controlled himself. "Doubtless you are right, Blackstaffe," he said, "but we are here at last." Wyatt had been speaking in a low tone to the chiefs, and it inflamed a choleric man like Alloway to hear anyone saying words that he could not understand. He was not able to restrain himself wholly a second time. "What is it, man?
We'll all just have to find some way to help them out when the bad time comes." "The way will be provided, friend Crabtree," answered the Senator in an oily tone of voice, but which held nevertheless a decided note of excitement. "Do you know where I can find Mr. Alloway? I think I will go have a business talk with him now."
"I admit, Wyatt, that walking seven or eight miles through the primeval wilderness is no light task," said Alloway, wiping his red, perspiring face. His tone was not haughty and patronizing. He felt just then, in this particular work, that he was not the equal of the renegades and the warriors.
All of their cooking utensils had been smashed, many of their rifles had been broken, and, the canoes drawn upon the bank, had been ground under the hoofs of the buffaloes. A hurricane could not have made a wreck more complete. Henry saw Alloway emerge from the forest and come back to the scene of ruin. He had taken off his coat before he lay down, but only fragments of it remained now.
The woods were so dense there that they heard the men before they saw them. It was first a hum of voices and then articulated words. "It seems that these forest expeditions are not to be taken lightly, Wyatt," said a heavy growling voice. "No, Colonel Alloway," Braxton Wyatt replied in smooth tones. "There are no roads in the wilderness. If we want one we'll have to make it.
She was not looking at him, but at the face of a man on the paper before her a young man with abundant hair, a strong chin, and big, eloquent eyes; and all around his face she had drawn the face of a girl many times, and beneath the faces of both she was writing Manette and Julien. The water was getting too deep for John Alloway. He floundered towards the shore.
A half-dozen of the best trailers slipped away in different directions in the forest, and the rest sat down in a group. They waited a long time and heard nothing. The owl did not cry, nor did any human shout come from the haunted depths of the wilderness. "At least they've driven him away," said Alloway to Cartwright. "I think so, sir."
Braxton Wyatt turned toward him respectfully and then said to Colonel Alloway: "The head chief of the Miamis wishes to speak, sir, and if you will pardon me for saying so, it will be wise for us to listen." "Very well," said Alloway. "Tell us what he says."
I reckon you can't get on to your rock-picking in the fields now, but you really hadn't oughter dig up an oil-well to-day anyway; it might kinder overshadow the excitement of the party." "Mr. Alloway, has any other survey of this river bend been made before?" asked Everett as he looked keenly at Uncle Tucker, while he lit his cigar from the cob pipe the old gentleman accommodatingly handed him.
"Yes, I did," replied the wife, stubbornly. "Why not? Jen's in love with him. If he takes her away and marries her she can be a decent woman." Bland kept silent a moment, then his laugh pealed out loud and harsh. "Chess, did you get that? Well, by God! what do you think of my wife?" "She's lyin' or she's crazy," replied Alloway, and his voice carried an unpleasant ring. Mrs.
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