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Updated: May 31, 2025
Now the patrol, which had stopped to hail, was coming on again. Banjo's horse was not to be sequestered, nor his craving for companionship in that lonesome night suppressed. He lifted his shrill nicker again, and a shot from the outriders of cavalry was the answer. "Answer them, tell them who you are Banjo they all know you and I'll slip away. Good-bye, and thank you for your brave help!"
Banjo twanged the instrument into tune, hooked the toe of his left foot behind the forward leg of his chair, and struck up a song which he judged would please the young ladies. Of Mrs. Chadron he was sure; she had laughed over it a hundred times. It was about an adventure which the bard had shared with his gal in a place designated in Banjo's uncertain vocabulary as "the big cook-quari-um."
"Then I don't believe you," cried the tout. Silver looked down at him. "I've said I'm sorry. I've no more to say," he remarked quietly. "Haven't you?" cried the fat man. "I have, though." He made a snatch at Banjo's rein. The gray reared, backed away into the ditch, collapsed there on his quarters, and recovered himself with the grunt and flounder of a hippopotamus emerging from a river.
No, thanks, I'Il have marmalade." "There's almost a full moon," said I. "I know," said Berry, "but the banjo's being painted." "We'd better stop at the inn at Steeple Abbas," said Jonah. "If we can get as far as Steeple, we can make Fallow," said I. "Remember, I'm driving." "We are not likely to forget it, brother," said Berry. "If you knew the difference between the petrol-tank and the gear-box "
Banjo's throat moved as he gulped his sorrow. "I'll not come back in the house, but I'll wave you good-bye from the gate," said he. "I had hopes you might change your mind, Banjo," she said, as she took his hand and held it a little while. "If I could'a'got to somebody's heart that I've pined for many a day, I would'a'changed my mind, mom. But it wasn't to be."
A sentimental tenderness came into Banjo's face. He turned his head so that he could look out of the window into the thickening landscape beyond the corral gate, gray and mysterious and unfriendly now as a twilight sea. Nola touched Frances' arm to prime her for the treat. "Watch his face," she whispered, smiling behind her hand.
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