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The pies!" faltered Miss Barrison, half rising from her seat; but the dog rushed madly into her skirts, scrambling for protection, and she fell back almost into my arms. Clasping her tightly, I looked over my shoulder; the last pie was snatched from the table before my eyes and I saw it borne swiftly away by something unseen, straight into the deepening shadows of the forest.
Perhaps if I had known I should have run a thousand miles." We eyed one another. "You think, then, that I'd better send Miss Barrison back to New York?" I asked. "I certainly do. It may be murder to take her." "Then I'll do it!" I said, nervously. "Back she goes from the first railroad station."
"You see," he said, looking at Miss Barrison, "it may be interesting from a purely scientific point of view, but it has already proved a bar to my marrying." "Were the kittens black?" I inquired. "No," he said, "my aunt drew the color-line, I am proud to say." "I don't see," said Miss Barrison, "why the fact that your great-aunt is a cat should prevent you from marrying."
"And that too. What else is there? Did the young man in the sun-helmet tell you of something worse?" "Yes much worse! Something so dreadfully horrible that " "What?" "I am not at liberty to tell you, Miss Barrison," I said, striving to appear shocked. "It would not make any difference anyway," she observed, calmly. "I'm not afraid of anything in the world." "Yes, you are!" I said.
Once I ventured to ask him if he was indisposed, and he replied that he had never felt in better physical condition. Presently he bade me fetch the pies; and I brought them, and, at a sign from him, placed them inside the steel cage, closing and locking the door. "I believe," he said, glancing from Miss Barrison to me, and from me to the dog "I believe that we are ready to start."
He bowed, looked at Miss Barrison, and asked her when he might begin his story. "Whenever you are ready," replied Miss Barrison, smiling in a manner which I had not observed since the disappearance of Professor Farrago. I'll admit that the young fellow was superficially attractive.
In that event, return to New York immediately and send Kingsley. "Yours, F." "What the deuce is the matter with him!" I exclaimed, irritably. "I'll take any chances Kingsley does!" Miss Barrison looked up in surprise.
Miss Barrison leaned down from the car-platform and took the animal into her arms, uttering a suppressed exclamation of pity as she lifted him. "You have your hands full," she said to me; "I'll take him into the car for you." She mounted the steps; I followed with the valises, striving to get a good view of my acquisition over her shoulder. "That isn't the kind of dog I wanted!"
Desiring to possess a picture of Miss Barrison and myself seated together, I tied a string to the shutter-lever and attached the other end of the string to the dog, who had resumed his interrupted slumbers. At my whistle he jumped up nervously, snapping the lever, and the picture was taken. With such innocent and harmless pastime we whiled away the afternoon. She made twelve more apple-pies.
When we reached the railroad at Portulacca, a thrifty lemon-growing ranch on the Volusia and Chinkapin Railway, the first thing I did was to present my dog to the station-agent but I was obliged to give him five dollars before he consented to accept the dog. However, Miss Barrison interviewed the station-master's wife, a kindly, pitiful soul, who promised to be a good mistress to the creature.
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