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But what did Bart's turning up at this late day mean? Had his money given out, or was he figuring to get something out of his father something he couldn't get as long as he remained dead? The captain continued, his voice stronger and with a more positive ring in it: "He's part owner in a mine now, and he's comin' home to see me and to straighten out some things he's interested in."
"If the stranger," put in Bart, studying his own brown paper and tobacco-sack, "has got any more money he wants to " Conniston laughed. "Much obliged. I think I'll quit with five to-night." Suddenly Jimmie got another of his "hunches." He cast a swift, apprising glance at Conniston, and then, tugging Bart's sleeve, drew him to the door.
"I think Wat Snell has it," came huskily from Bart's lips. With one bound, Merriwell caught his companion by both shoulders, staring straight into his face. "Have you, also, turned? No! no!" he quickly went on. "I do not think that of you, Bart! You are still true!" "No, I didn't go back on you," said Hodge, thickly; "but I was guilty of criminal carelessness." "How did it happen? Tell me quick!"
One other trench led forward from the Reserve Line, Bart's Alley, but this ended in a large pile of sandbags and one of the Tunnelling Company's private entrances to the mining galleries. Between the Reserve Line and Northampton a few ends of gas piping, sticking out of the ground, showed where our 1915 front line had been, from which we had attacked on the 13th October.
At last this came, for the advanced dismounted scouts had traced the trail to the farther edge of the wood, and seen even the deep impression made by Bart's foot as he sprang upon his steed.
"I might be tellin' you," he said in his soft voice, "that now's Bart's well I got to be travellin' again. I start in the morning." The pleading eyes of Kate raised Byrne to his feet. "My dear Mr. Barry!" he called. The other turned again and waited. "Do you mean that you will leave us while Mr. Cumberland is in this critical condition?" A shadow crossed the face of Barry.
It calmed him to make the routine check of his dials. "Strapdown check," said a Lhari with a yellowed crest and a rasping voice. "New man, eh?" He gave Bart's straps perfunctory tugs at shoulders and waist, tightened a buckle. "Karol son of Garin." Bells rang in the ship, and Bart felt the odd, tonic touch of fear. This was it.
The former, however, did not lose heart. He thought he knew Burt too well to give up hope yet. The latter, with all her experience, was puzzled. She speedily became conscious of the absence of a certain warmth and genuineness in Bart's manner and words.
"Laddie!" burst from Brother Bart's lips, and he fell upon his knees in thanksgiving. "O God be praised and blessed for the sight! My laddie, my own little laddie safe, safe, my laddie coming back to me again!"
One glance at Ringg's bleeding face and Bart's ripped forearm, and he did not pause for breath for a good fifteen minutes. By the time he finished, Bart felt he would rather Ringg's claws had laid him bleeding to the bone than stand there in the naked contempt of the old Lhari's freezing eyes. "Half-fledged nestlings trying to do a man's work!
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