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He noted carefully Eunice's beautiful, angry face, as she sat, looking out of a window, disdaining any connection with the proceedings. He watched Miss Ames, nervously rolling her handkerchief into a ball and shaking it out again; Mason Elliott, calm, grave, and earnestly attentive; Alvord Hendricks, alert, eager, sharply critical.
See what I've brought you," and she opened a book with the angels' song of "peace and good-will" illustrated. "Mamma says that whoever believes that ought to be happy," said the child. "Don't you believe it?" "Yes, it's true for those who are like you and your mother." She leaned against him, and looked over his shoulder at the pictures. "Mr. Alvord, mamma said the song was for you, too.
"All right, if you fellows insist on it," partly agreed Dick. "But if trouble starts Hen is going to have some backing on his side, too." "I guess that's right," nodded Tom Reade. "Now, who's fresh?" challenged Ben Alvord hotly. "You, Dick Prescott." "Well, if I am," sighed Dick, "I'm ready to take my punishment for it. At all events, I'll look after myself." "Yah, you will!" growled Ben angrily.
And, by Jove, Eunice, think of the election!" Though a warm friend of Embury, it was characteristic of Elliott that his thoughts should fly to the consequences of the tragic death outside the family circle. He was silent as he realized that the removal of the other candidate left Alvord Hendricks the winner in the race for president of the club. That is, if the election should be held.
"He have joodgement." Thus the huge, jovial Teuton took command, but found Drake had left little for him to do. The buccaroos were dispersed at Harper's, at Fort Rinehart, at Alvord Lake, towards Stein's peak, and at the Island Ranch by Harney Lake.
The Prescotts must have been making money this year," commented Ben Alvord, when he heard the long list of presents named. "Say," proposed Dave Darrin indignantly, "we'll hike all over Gridley and just see if we can't run into Mr. Fits somewhere. If we find him we'll jump him all together, and then holler for the police."
I don't know as to that but, you know, Alvord, it is not an uncommon thing for such experiences to happen why, there are thousands of authenticated cases " "Authenticated fiddlesticks!" "Your scorn doesn't alter the truth. I saw him, I tell you, and it was not a dream, or my imagination. I really saw him, though dimly." "What did he have on?" "That's the queer part.
Embury always called her 'Tiger'." "I don't wonder!" and Shane stared at Eunice, who had stepped back but who still stood, like a wild animal at bay, her eyes darting angry fire. "Now, Mrs, Embury, let's get down to business. Who's your lawyer? "I am," declared Alvord Hendricks. "I am her counsel. I represent Mrs, Embury. Eunice, say nothing more. Leave it to me.
This was on a Thursday, and on the evening of Saturday the long-desired clue was given me. It came in the shape of a letter brought me by Mr. Alvord. Our interview was not an agreeable one. Mr. Alvord is a clever man and an adroit one, or I should not persist in employing him as my lawyer; but he never understood me.
"We're going to wash his face," insisted Ben Alvord, skating up and looking belligerent. "Don't you interfere, Dick Prescott!" Hen, making no effort to do more than sit up, was blubbering softly. "Lemme alone, fellows," he pleaded. "Can't you see I'm hurt?" Hen had his right mitten off, and was gingerly applying that hand to the narrow stretch of upper lip. There was blood there.
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