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At first I only snivelled, but surrendered myself after a few successful ventures, to a loud despairing roar. I could see the blurred image of Mrs. Handsomebody standing at the top of the stairs. I heard her sharp command to mount them instantly, and I began to grope my way up, hanging by the bannister.
"Mr. Bannister, ma'am, is a sheepman." "So I understood, but " Her eyes traveled swiftly round the table, and appraised the sudden sense of responsibility that had fallen on these reckless, careless frontiersmen. "I am wondering what else he is. Really, he seems to be the bogey man of Gimlet Butte." There was another instant silence, and again it was Soapy that lifted it.
Martie spent a moment in wonder as to what the story given Monroe would be. She had mailed a letter to Lydia, and one to Clifford, during that last, quiet, foggy morning letters written after the packing had been done on that last night. She had suggested that Monroe be given a hint that business had taken Mrs. Bannister suddenly eastward.
Bannister's gay smile touched the sardonic face. "Do you invite the public to examine your hand when you sit into a game of poker, Mr. McWilliams?" "You're dead right. It's none of my business what y'u do so long as y'u keep off our range," admitted the foreman. "And next time the conversation happens on Mr. Bannister, I'll put in my little say-so that he ain't all black."
Merry, but he decided that might lead to a charge of family influence, and he appealed to the doctor. Dr. Bannister told Tom he was well acquainted with a young lawyer and that he would send him up to see Mr. Sawyer.
It makes a heap of difference who your company is, too. Those punchers wouldn't take a chance at me now for a million dollars." "No, they're some haidstrong, but they ain't plumb locoed," agreed Mac. Fifteen minutes later Helen drew up at the line corner. "We'll part company here, Mr. Bannister. I don't think there is any more danger from my men." "Before we part there is something I want to say.
"Oh, look here, I wish you'd let me drive you up, Miss Bannister," George said, sparkling; "there's no reason, is there, why you must ride alone?" "Oh, no." "Then you will?" Her hesitation was slight. "I should like it." "And can't we drive about a bit? You'll show me the old places? It is such a perfect day. I hope you haven't anything else to do." She had not. "I'll go with Mr. Dalton, Calvin."
Even the widow was the second wife, who had come into the family while Miss Panney was away from Thorbury. Mrs. Bannister was not at home, but Miss Dora was, and that entirely satisfied the visitor.
Bannister looked at William, now engaged in running the wheelbarrow up and down the room, emitting the while a curious sound, possibly to encourage an imaginary horse. The inspection did not seem to excite him or afford him any pleasure. "Oh!" he said. Steve was damped, but resumed gamely: "Say, boss, this is the greatest kid on earth. I'm not stringing you, honest. He's a wonder.
From Brun, the unsurpassed chef, whom Lord Bannister had picked up when serving with the Guards in Egypt, he had gathered sufficient knowledge of the higher branches of the cuisine to enable Hartley Parrish to leave the arrangement of the menu in his butler's hands.
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