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There was a certain inscrutability about Miss Apperthwaite sometimes, it should be added, as if she did not like to be too easily read. "I've heard all about it. Mr. Beasley's been appointed trustee or something for poor Hamilton Swift's son, a pitiful little invalid boy who invents all sorts of characters. The old darky from over there told our cook about Bill Hammersley and Simpledoria.
"It's very kind of you all to come here," she said gently. "Is is there anything I can do for you?" Suddenly Beasley's voice made itself heard. "Git busy, Ike, you're spokesman," he cried. "Git on with the presentation ladle out the ad dress. You're kind o' lookin' foolish." He followed up his words with his unpleasant laugh, and it was the sting the youthful leader needed.
Newman's deep voice was a mere rumble, a menacing rumble, with the words undistinguishable, but the beggar's disagreeable whine carried through the partition so distinctly I could not help overhearing nearly every word he said. I didn't try to eavesdrop; at the time Beasley's words had little interest or meaning for me. But afterwards, on the ship, I had reason to ponder over what he said.
I ast 'em if they was invited to this ball to-night; and not a one of 'em was. THEY'RE only in politics; they ain't high SOCIETY enough to be ast to Mr. Beasley's dancin'-parties! But I WOULD 'a' thought he'd let YOU in ANYWAYS fer the second table!" Mr. Peck shrilled out his acrid and exultant laugh again.
But Beasley's astonishment was quickly hidden under his commercial instincts. He would have called them "commercial." "We'll soon fix that," he said, setting the scales. Ike leant against the bar watching the man finger his precious ore as he placed each of the six nuggets in the scale and weighed them separately.
Dowden again: "Grist's against us because he had a quarrel with a clerk in Beasley's office, and wanted Beasley to discharge him, and Beasley wouldn't; Sim Peck's against us out of just plain wrong-headedness, and because he never was for ANYTHING nor FER anybody in his life.
Helen strove for utterance, but it was denied her. Roy's simple statement of Dale's love had magnified her emotion by completely changing its direction. She forgot what she had felt wretched about. She could not look at Roy. "Miss Helen, don't feel bad," he said, kindly. "Shore you're not to blame. Your comin' West hasn't made any difference in Beasley's fate, except mebbe to hurry it a little.
"Guess he'll have wuss'n her when Bob Richards gets around," he said gloomily. "D'you reckon they'll git him with Buck around?" inquired Curly anxiously. "Buck! Tcha!" Beasley's dislike for the moment got the better of his discretion. But he quickly realized his mistake, and proceeded to twist his meaning. "It makes me mad.
Oh, yes," she smiled at his look of incredulity, "I've begun my lessons. I am learning all I can, preparing for the bigger lessons of this this" she gave a comprehensive glance at the hills "wonderful world." Buck nodded. But he rode on in silence, his face for the moment clouded with deep thought. He was thinking of that night in Beasley's store.
Riggs made no reply, and went on rolling down his trousers leg, lapped a fold over at the bottom and pulled on his boot. Then he strode out toward the promontory. Half-way there he encountered Anson tramping back. "Beasley's comin' one way an' Shady's comin' another. We'll be off this hot point of rock by noon," said the outlaw leader. Riggs went on to the promontory to look for himself.
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