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You're the kind of fellows I'd want in a tight pinch with a bad gang. Will you stand by me or see me go alone?" Then John Beeman, silently, and with pale face, gave Dale's hand a powerful grip, and one by one the other brothers rose to do likewise. Their eyes flashed with hard glint and a strange bitterness hovered around their thin lips.
"Nell, I'm as scared as you are," said Bo, consolingly, embracing her sister. "I reckon that's natural," said Dale, as if excusing them. "But, scared or not, you both brace up. It's a bad job. But I've done my best. An' you'll be safer with me an' the Beeman boys than you'd be in Magdalena, or anywhere else, except your uncle's." "Mr. Mr.
And he had never discovered where the Beeman and Polly lived. Yes, the only choice was Cousin Tom. He got the connection with some difficulty and asked for Mr. Brighton. "Mr. Brighton is at dinner," returned the smooth voice of a well-trained servant; "he cannot be interrupted." "But this is very important," insisted Oliver. "I am quite sure that if he knew "
"Polly can go with you to show you the way," the Beeman agreed willingly. "John Massey, who makes our hives for us, lives a good many miles away, at the upper end of Medford Valley. I shall be glad to save the time of going myself. Come to the top of the hill, so that I can point out the direction of the road to you."
"Then, Milt, will we go after Beasley?" queried Roy Beeman, significantly. Dale was silent and thoughtful. "Sufficient unto the day!" said John. "An' fellars, let's go to bed." They rolled out their tarpaulins, Dale sharing Roy's blankets, and soon were asleep, while the red embers slowly faded, and the great roar of wind died down, and the forest stillness set in.
In my own behalf, madam, I must tell you that you are an exact counterpart of someone I know of Mrs. Beeman Watrous, a very good friend of mine. Pardon me once more, but may I ask if you are related to Mrs. Beeman Watrous? Her cousin perhaps? It isn't humanly possible that two persons should look so much alike and not be related?" "I don't think I ever heard of the lady," stated Mrs.
I would not have broken this thing to you so suddenly, if I had taken time to think." Oliver listened to Cousin Tom's half-apologetic explanations, yet he scarcely heard them, but still stood leaning against the doorpost, gaping with astonishment. Of course he had always known that there was something unusual about the Beeman, but as to who he really was he had never had an inkling.
The two came nearer, a man in white flannels, but bareheaded in the hurry of his coming, and a girl in white also. There was something familiar in the swing of those broad shoulders, in the tone of that voice. Yet Oliver stood, blinking stupidly, holding to the side of the door, too dazed to speak when the two stepped out of the dark and came up the steps the Beeman and Polly.
Suppose when they arrive they found us chatting together like old friends suppose as they came up they were to overhear me calling you Mrs. Beeman Watrous. That would make the shock all the greater for them when they found out you really weren't Mrs. Watrous at all, but somebody they'd never seen before! Are you game for it?... Capital!
"But please please tell us what has happened." Roy grinned and rubbed his hands together in a dark delight, almost fiendish in its sudden revelation of a gulf of strange emotion deep within him. Whatever had happened to Riggs had not been too much for Roy Beeman.
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