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Updated: June 20, 2025
"Lucky we played that fine trick," the former declared, "and started on our up-river voyage before daybreak, while Ted Shafter, Amiel Toots, Shack Beggs, and the rest of the gang were tucked away in their little trundle beds fast asleep." "S-s-say, don't you b-b-believe there was a high j-j-jinks of a time to-day when Ted f-f-found we'd slipped away, and nobody knew where?"
Behind her temporary, rational vagaries there was a quality of steadfastness. It was clear to him now from its contrast to his own devious mind. But he found a sharp pleasure in the mental image of the Beggs woman.
A blundering panic swept over him; Lettice was more strange than familiar; she was unnatural; her hair didn't shine in the sunlight streaming into the shallow, green basin; in the midst of the warm efflorescence she seemed remote, chill. "For her," he moved his head toward Meta Beggs. She withdrew her burning gaze from Gordon Makimmon and turned to the school-teacher.
He grew instinctively, at once, familiar, confidential, in his attitude toward her. And she responded in the same manner; she did not draw back when their arms accidentally met. An interest, a vivacity of manner, such as Gordon had not experienced for weeks stirred in him. Meta Beggs called back into being the old freedom of stage-driving days, of the younger years.
The more guns, the less danger." "Come away, Agnes," Dorothy said, with an assumption of stateliness. "Cousin Roger is altogether too smart for us. Let him keep his secrets, if he will; and let us go and help mother with her sewing." And so, for the last two or three days before the Swan sailed, there was a coolness between Roger and the girls, as well as between Diggory Beggs and his wife.
An order from her was a very exceptional thing. "Our officer " said the sergeant "Private Beggs, go and report to the officer that we are refused admission to this house." Private Beggs turned to obey the order. The officer in charge of the party came out of the door of a house half-way along the side of the square. Mrs. O'Halloran recognised him. It was Second Lieutenant Harry Devereux.
Black bread was no new experience to them. He saw that Miss Beggs' small white teeth were crushing salted cashew nuts. Noticing her in detail for the first time he realized that she enormously appreciated good food. Why in thunder, since she ate so heartily, didn't she get fat and rosy! She was one of the thin kind yet not thin, he corrected himself. Graceful.
"L-l-lucky for us they d-d-don't know h-h-how," said Toby, vigorously. "It seems that when you get to talking about any one they're almost sure to appear," Max told them; "and look who's coming out on the bridge now." "Why, it's Shack Beggs, sure it is!" declared Steve. "Wonder what's he's up to?" muttered Bandy-legs. "We'd all better keep our peepers on that feller if he comes around.
"Well," Buckley agreed, "a drink don't go bad any time; the road was kind of dusty. If you insist, Miss Beggs." "I do! I do!" He turned and left them, striding toward the lower level. Then: "The fool!" she exclaimed viciously; "my arm is all black and blue where he pinched it. My skin is not like the hides on these mountain girls, it tears and bruises dreadfully easy, it's so fine.
I heard one boy say there wasn't a bit of danger, and that we got all the credit of being mighty reckless and brave without taking any big risk." "Bet you I can give a guess who that was," ventured Bandy-legs, instantly. "Let's hear, then," Steve told him. "It sounds like that braggin' Shack Beggs," was the guess Bandy-legs hazarded.
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