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Among them the Master saw Leclair and Rrisa. No one showed fear. The white feather was not visible; but a grim tension had developed. Death, imminent, sobers the boldest. From the engine-room, shouts, orders, were echoing. The engine-room door flung open. Smoke vomited thick, choking, gray. Auchincloss reeled out, clutching at his throat. "What chance?" the Master cried, staggering toward him.
"But I never thought to shine up to her, as you hint." "Haw! Haw! You're just like all the other colts hereabouts. Reckon it's a good sign, too. It'll take a woman to fetch you out of the woods. But, boy, this niece of mine, Helen Rayner, will stand you on your head. I never seen her. They say she's jest like her mother. An' Nell Auchincloss what a girl she was!" Dale felt his face grow red.
"Sure I'd hate to doubt old Tom. But he's a cougar. An' the ways of animals are strange... Anyway, Al, I'll make good the loss of your sheep." "No, you won't," rejoined Auchincloss, quickly. "We'll call it off. I'm takin' it square of you to make the offer. Thet's enough. So forget your worry about work, if you had any." "There's somethin' else, Al, I wanted to say," began Dale, with hesitation.
What they had to deal with here was a situation of unlimited possibilities; the horses and outfit needed; a long detour to reach Magdalena unobserved; the rescue of a strange girl who would no doubt be self-willed and determined to ride on the stage the rescue forcible, if necessary; the fight and the inevitable pursuit; the flight into the forest, and the safe delivery of the girl to Auchincloss.
Bullitt can tell us that there is a complete set of minutes in the hands of some individual in this country. Do you know anything about that perhaps Auchincloss & Miller? Mr. BULLITT. I could not be certain in regard to the matter, but I should certainly be under the impression that Mr. Auchincloss and Mr. Miller have copies of the minutes; perhaps not. Perhaps Mr.
Pine logs of uniform size had been laid end to end, with a deep trough cut in them, and they made a shining line down the slope, across the valley, and up the little hill to the Auchincloss home. Near the house the hollowed halves of logs had been bound together, making a crude pipe.
I know that!" shouted Auchincloss, tottering up, with his face now black-red. "Do you think thet's new to me? Shut up, Dale! I can't stand it." "But Al there's worse," went on Dale, hurriedly. "Worse! Your life's threatened an' your niece, Helen she's to be " "Shut up an' clear out!" roared Auchincloss, waving his huge fists.
He needed to think before undertaking to call upon old Al Auchincloss; and to that end he sought an hour's seclusion under the pines. In the afternoon, Dale, having accomplished some tasks imposed upon him by his old friends at Pine, directed slow steps toward the Auchincloss ranch.
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