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"Can't we go straight to Ile Haute?" "Scacely. The tide'll be agin us, an the wind too, till nigh eleven." Bart gave a deep sigh. "But don't be alarmed. We'll go thar next, an as soon as we can. You see we've got to go on into Minas Basin. Now we want to leave here so as to drop down with the tide, an then drop up with the flood tide into Minas Bay.

They did not understand me, and went mute, but at last Jimmy resumed his catechism. "Who owns the place where you live, Black Bart?" "I do." "But how much?" "Some five or six miles." "Gee! That must be over a hundred acres. I didn't know anybody owned that much land. Where'd you get it?" "In part from my father." "What business was he in?" "He was a pirate, Jimmy, or at least, they said he was.

"I'm sorry," Bart said in Universal, without thinking. "I admit the lights are dim," said the voice tartly, and Bart found himself looking down, as his eyes adjusted to the new light level, at a girl. She was small and slight, in a metallic blue cloak that swept out, like wings, around her thin shoulders; the hood framed a small, kittenlike face.

"It's charming of you to remember me, dear; but really " "You're already so well provided for?" Mrs. Fisher flashed a sharp glance at her. "ARE you, though, Lily to the point of rejecting my offer?" Miss Bart coloured slowly. "What I really meant was, that the Brys wouldn't in the least care to be so disposed of." Mrs. Fisher continued to probe her embarrassment with an unflinching eye.

After this they all fell asleep. In Clouds and Darkness. A terrible Warning. Nearly run down. A lively Place. Bart encounters an old Acquaintance. Launched into the Deep. Through the Country. The Swift Tide. The lost Boy.

"Bartol that's a Lhari name. What's your real one?" "Bart. Bart Steele." "Good luck, Bart." There were tears in her gray eyes. With the blue cloak folded around his face, hands tucked in the slits at the side, he felt almost like himself.

A couple of hours brought them to the foot of the low ridge, when scouts were sent forward; but they signalled with their lances that the coast was clear, and the party rode on till the top was reached, and spurring a little in advance of the troop in company with the captain and the governor, Bart reined up and pointed right away over the gleaming lake to where the mountain stood up like some huge keep built in the middle of the plain.

That it had to do with the dinner the nine intended to hold was his belief, but he did not see how the first-year lads had found out about it so soon. "If they're up to any tricks," said Bart softly, "I think we can play two to their one. Let 'em try; it's all in the game." "Let's go for a swim, Bart," proposed Ned, when school had been dismissed for the day. "Frank and Fenn are going."

Later, Bart met Ranney, who, he thought, received him coolly. The next day the young men went to church. Nothing in the way of heresy found foothold at Jefferson. It was wholly orthodox; although it was suspected that Wade and Ranney had notions of their own in religion; or rather the impression was that they had no religion of any kind.

Lily was naturally proud of her mother's aptitude in this line: she had been brought up in the faith that, whatever it cost, one must have a good cook, and be what Mrs. Bart called "decently dressed." Mrs.