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That afternoon, before dinner, John Barret asked Mr Gordon to accord him the pleasure of a private interview in the library. "Certainly, sir," said the laird sternly; "and all the more that I had very much desired some private conversation with you."
"No use, no use to waste time trying," said the laird, as he ran out among the females on the lawn. "Is everybody safe? eh? Milly where's Milly?" "Milly! where's Milly?" echoed a stentorian voice, as Barret bounded out of the smoking house with singed hair and blackened face. "There there she is!" cried several of the party, as they pointed towards the avenue leading to the house.
A delicious undulating swoop at the bottom indicates the crossing of the bridge. A flash, and the inn is in rear. The hamlet displays no sign of life, nevertheless Barret is cautious. He lays a finger on the brake and touches the bell.
Half an hour afterwards Ned's friend and fellow-lodger, John Barret, entered the room, accompanied by Fred Auberly. "Come, Fred," said the former, "we can chat here without interr hallo " "What's wrong?" inquired Fred, endeavouring to make out objects by the feeble flicker of the fire, while his friend struck a light.
"That's enough for now, Mister Barret!" He turned to the men and he could tell by the expressions on their faces that he had lost them. They would not take the ship aloft. But he had to try. "Now listen," he growled. "This is a very important project and someone has been trying to get us to wash out the whole idea. If you don't come through, he'll succeed.
Connel turned to look at them, then back at Barret. "Ask them what?" he barked. "How they feel about making this flight," said Barret. Connel scowled and turned to the men. "Is there anything to what he says?" he demanded. The men shuffled their feet nervously but did not reply. "Well?" exploded Connel.
He was about to clamber on to one of these, in order to obtain a better view, when the cause of the shout became obvious. A splendid stag, frightened from its lair by the boy, burst from the birchwood, and, with antlers laid well back, bounded up the slope towards him. It was closely followed by two does. Barret crouched at once behind the mass of rock.
"Yes, sir," Tom replied, grinning. "That's why I want to go along. To make sure no more accidents happen." "I could send a squad of Space Marines for that kind of job," mused Strong. "But that would alert Barret," protested Tom. "He might not try anything. If he doesn't suspect he's being watched, we may be able to catch him in the act. And he certainly wouldn't think the three of us are aboard."
"I think not," said Milly. "As uncle often says of dear mother, `she is tough." "Well, I'll go," said Barret. In a few minutes he walked into the middle of the drawing-room and stood before Mrs Moss, who was reading a book at the time. She laid down the book, removed her glasses, and looked up.
"How valuable would he be if this cadet had gone ahead and blasted him?" snarled Connel. "It's just another example of how these stupid boys have obstructed my work here," replied Hemmingwell angrily. "I can't see why they have to interfere this way. And they always pick on poor Dave." "Yes," snarled Barret. "I'm getting pretty tired of being a clay pigeon for a bunch of brats."
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