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"He always was," said Tom Betts, with a chuckle, "and I could string off more'n a few times when that same curiosity hauled Bobolink into a peck of trouble. But p'raps your father might let out the secret to you, after the old boxes have been taken away, and then you can ease his mind.
Marthy is now the mother of four children, and that confarms a woman's appearance, depend on't. But, Marthy is Marthy; and, for that matter, Miss Bridget is Miss Bridget, as much as one pea is like another. Madam Woolston does full credit to the climate, governor, and looks more like eighteen than ever." "My wife enjoys excellent health, Betts; and grateful am I to God that it is so.
After one of these lectures, Newbury returning home at night from Coryston was pelted with stones and clods by men posted behind a hedge. He was only slightly hurt, and when Marcia tried to speak of it, his smile of frank contempt put the matter by. She could only be thankful that Coryston was still away. For Lady Coryston, meanwhile, the Betts case scarcely existed.
As yet, no water was given to any of the stock, all the animals finding it in abundance, in the cavities of the lava. Some of the time, moreover, Betts passed in fishing, supplying not only Mark and himself, but the pigs and the poultry, with as much food as was desired.
Captain Betts was of opinion that the two vessels could get through, and was strongly in favour of endeavouring to lead the enemy off the true course to the Reef, by entangling them in this cul-de-sac. If nothing but delay was gained, delay would be something. It was always an advantage to the assailed to have time to recover from their first alarm, and to complete their arrangements.
Who would put sufficient faith in the story of a simple seaman, like Robert Betts, and send a ship to look for Mark Woolston? In these later times, the government would doubtless despatch a vessel of war on such an errand, did no other means of rescuing the man offer; but, at the close of the last century, government did not exercise that much of power.
Susan Betts laughed indulgently and jammed the clothespin a little deeper on to the towel. "Bless the child! Won't ye hear that, now?" she laughed with a shrug. "An' how should I know? I guess if Susan Betts could tell the end of all the beginnin's as soon as they're begun, she wouldn't be hangin' out your daddy's washin', my boy.
Betts told me to go home, and I wanted to collapse on her floor. But I didn't disgrace myself. I I couldn't have left him could I?" "You're sure you've took no 'arm?" cried Mrs. Cloke, who had heard the news by farm-telegraphy, which is older but swifter than Marconi's. "No. I'm perfectly well," Sophie protested. "You lay down till tea-time." Mrs. Cloke patted her shoulder.
"An' it worn't there in the afternoon, for I moved the sacks mysel'." Betts whistled softly. Halsey resumed, "There was nothin' moved or taken away nothin' at all! only that patch. So then I went all round the farm, and there was nobody.
"Mother may hear us," said Betsey, fearfully. "I hope she will!" Susan said. But, if she did, no sound came from the mother's room. After awhile Susan noticed that her door, which had been ajar, was shut tight. She lay awake late that night, Betts' tear-stained but serene little face close to her shoulder, Betts' hand still tight in hers.
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