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For Bennie had lost no time and had instantly started in upon the same series of experiments to locate the origin of the phenomena which had shaken the globe as had been made use of by Professor von Schwenitz at the direction of General von Helmuth, the Imperial German Commissioner for War, at Mainz.
Bennie Hooker held up his hand and announced that he was going to the Nascopee country. The canoe halted abruptly. Old Edouard declared that they had been engaged only to go to the big cache, and that their present trip was merely by way of a little excursion to see the river. They had no supplies for such a journey, no proper amount of ammunition.
Arline Montague Margie Fulton once the blow had fallen, behaved rather well; she took Bennie in her arms and kissed him, then in answer to his quick look of dismay at her agitation, she patted him on the shoulder and said: "It's all right, son. You didn't know." "Didn't know what?" demanded the lad. "Say " He stared angrily from one face to another. "Is it a plant?" "Hush!
Just across the black, silent sweep of the river three giant prismatic searchlights were playing high toward the polestar, such searchlights as the gods might be using in some monstrous game. They wavered here and there, shifting and dodging, faded and sprang up again, till Bennie, dizzy, closed his eyes. The lights were still dancing in the north as he stumbled to his couch of moss.
He remembered Bennie D.'s superior airs, his polite sneers, his way of turning every trick to his advantage and of perverting and misrepresenting his, Seth's, most innocent speech and action into crimes of the first magnitude. He remembered the meaning of those last few months in the Cape Ann homestead.
The lightkeeper, greatly alarmed, interrupted him. "Hush!" he whispered. "Don't say that. That ain't my name down here." "Indeed? What is your name?" "Down here they call me Seth Atkins." Bennie D. looked puzzled. Then his expression changed. He was relieved.
"This evenin' when I came home from the store I see somethin' was extry wrong soon's I struck the settin' room. Emeline was there, and Bennie D., and I give you my word, I felt like turnin' up my coat collar, 'twas so frosty. 'Twas hotter'n a steamer's stoke-hole outside, but that room was forty below zero.
A young lad came up the court at last; he lived next door; he was an errand-boy in some great store on Franklin Street. His mother spoke to him from her window. "Bennie! how is it?" "Mother! All Boston is gone up! Summer Street, High Street, Federal Street, Pearl Street, Franklin Street, Milk Street, Devonshire Street, everything, clear through to the New Post Office.
Naturally, Bennie has been the whole thing ever since. He is allowed a few privileges, but always under the best auspices. The rest of the time he stays at home, is told what or what not a gentleman should do, and is instructed in the genealogy of the de Laneys." "The mother is always impressing him with the fact that he is a de Laney on both sides," interpolated Bert.
Instantly he saw the ridiculousness of it he, the senior astronomer at the Naval Observatory, yelling like that "O-o-h, ye-ay!" came in smothered tones from above. Thornton bounded up the stairs, two, three steps at a time, and pounded on the old door over the porch. "Go away!" came back the voice of Bennie Hooker. "Don't want any lunch!"
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