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I understand Bolter paid somewhere near twenty thousand dollars for the mare. It would be quite a fortune for you, Ida." "Indeed it would. And the mare is worth all of four thousand pounds, I know. Father always said there was no better mare in all England than Ida Bellethorne, and Aunt Ida might be proud to have such a horse named after her."
Betty had felt the rush of heat rising from the cables and had put her hat over her face. Ida Bellethorne squealed. Without doubt she had been scorched somewhere. And now secure on her feet she darted away through the ravine, running faster than she had run while Betty had bestrode her. Betty could not glance back at the sputtering wires. She must keep her gaze fixed ahead.
Betty had never traveled so fast in her life except in a speeding automobile. She could easily believe that Ida Bellethorne had broken most of the track records of the English turf. She might make track history here in the United States, if nothing happened to her! Betty was wise enough to know that, had Mr.
He went himself to Candace Farm to see Hunchie Slattery; but he took only Ida Bellethorne with him. They went on their snowshoes. During this trip Mr. Gordon won the abiding confidence of the girl. Meanwhile the youthful visitors at Mountain Camp allowed no hour to be idle. There was always something to do, and what one could not think of in the way of fun another could. Mr.
A steward seemed to be on the look-out for the party, and addressed Uncle Dick the moment he alighted from the cab. "Mr. Gordon, sir? Yes, sir. Madam Bellethorne has received your wire and is waiting for you. I have arranged for you all to be passed through the inspection line. The steamship, sir, is delayed and will not sail until next tide."
If she is singing in this country of course it will be comparatively easy to find her." "Do you think so?" asked Ida Bellethorne doubtfully. "I have not found it so, and I have been searching for her for three months now. This is such a big country! I never imagined it so big until I began to look for Aunt Ida. It seems like looking for a needle in a haystack." Mr.
Lewis Bolter's black mare, Ida Bellethorne." "Oh!" "And, oh, Bob!" cried Betty, "there's another Ida Bellethorne, and this Ida has gone away to see her. She's her aunt." "Who's her aunt?" grumbled Bob, who was having some difficulty just then in driving the car and so could not give his full attention to the matter the girls were chattering about. "Why, see!" cried Betty, rummaging in her bag.
And just about wild. Remember that bunch we saw in Oklahoma, Betty, that was being driven to the shipping station? They are wild as bears." Ida Bellethorne did not seem to be much disturbed by the possibility of the horses doing them any harm. She stood out before her companions and stared at the coming herd eagerly. The black mare she loved so, however, was not in this bunch of runaways.
"Then, Betty," said Bobby, "you went to that little store afterward, you said, where you got the over-blouse." "Ye es. But I didn't notice it while I was there. I was so excited over the blouse and so interested in Ida Bellethorne that I don't remember of looking in my bag to see if my locket was safe." "'Ida Bellethorne'?" repeated Bob in surprise. "Why! that's the name of Mr.
Ida brought a good-sized suitcase out of the hut with her. She had evidently tried to walk from Cliffdale to the stockfarm, carrying that weight. The girls were buzzing over the appearance of the stranger and the boys stared. "Oh, Betty!" whispered Bobby Littell, "is she Ida Bellethorne?" "One of them," rejoined Betty promptly. "Then do you suppose she has your locket?" ventured Bobby.
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