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The silence that followed the song was sharply broken by a thin querulous question; a tenuous bent figure stumbled across the open. "Who's singing?" he demanded. "That's French Janin," Peebles told Harry Baggs; "he's blind." "I am," the latter responded "Harry Baggs."
"I thought you were taking your sleep at this time," returned Bucks, greeting him. "So I should be," he replied, "but we are in trouble. Dan Baggs is to take out the passenger train to-night, and no one can find him. He is somewhere up here in one of these dives and has forgotten all about his engine. It is enough to set a man crazy to have to run trains with such cattle.
The man came closer, and Baggs saw that he was old and incredibly worn; his skin clung in dry yellow patches to his skull, the temples were bony caverns, and the pits of his eyes blank shadows. He felt forward with a siccated hand, on which veins were twisted like blue worsted over fleshless tendons, gripped Harry Baggs' shoulder, and lowered himself to the ground.
'Are you Baggs and Tapewell, my uncle's attorneys? If you are, you have come too late for the fair. "I briefly explained that I was not Baggs and Tapewell, but that my name was J ms, and that I was a gentleman connected with the establishment of the Morning Tatler newspaper. "'And what has brought you here, Mr. Morning Tatler? asked my interlocutor, rather roughly.
"I'm not talking about the music," corrected Chase sharply. "Oh," murmured Baggs, apologetically. "The night?" "No! The Princess, Baggs. Haven't you noticed her?" with intense sarcasm in his tone. "Of course, I have, old chap. By Jove, do you know she is good-looking positively ripping."
He understood at once that Baggs had raised a false alarm to protect himself from blame for the accident, and resented being called upon to support an absurd story. Baggs stood his ground. "If you don't find an Indian has done this," he asserted, addressing Bob Scott with indignation, "you can have my pay check." "Yes," returned Bob, meditatively.
To this end came dark-eyed Abel to the Mill at an hour when he should have been at his dinner. Ere long his activities might be curtailed, for he was threatened with a preparatory school in the autumn; but before that happened, the Red Hand must be set in certain high places, and the hackling shop of Levi Baggs was first among them.
"A few more women than men had a plot, I believe, but I haven't heard any more about it. Baggs is the ringleader; but if there was any talk of raising the money, he'd find himself deserted. He's very bitter just now, however, and as he's got the pleasant experience of being right for once, you may be sure he's making the most of it." "I'll see him," said Mr. Churchouse.
Yet they were human in spite of their disappointment, for, as old Deacon Baggs, who was an early riser, strolled out in the gray dawn for a quiet season of meditation, he saw Boylston Smith filling up a little hole he had made on top of Old Twitchett's grave, and putting the dirt down very tenderly with his hands.
Ther needs to be a word said for me by somebody somebody that don't chaw, nor drink, nor swear somebody that'll catch God's eye if He happens to be lookin' down and I never saw that kind of a person in Smithton till to-day." Mabel stood speechless, with a tear in each eye. "Don't, if you don't think best," continued Baggs. "I'd rather go to to t'other place than bother a lady.
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