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"I think I can tell you the reason, and in one word," said Barnabas, his face growing blacker. "Well, Bev, what is it?" "Cleone!" The Viscount started. "What, you think ? Oh, impossible! The fellow would never have a chance, she despises him, I know." "And fears him too, Dick." "Fears him? Gad! what do you mean, Bev?" "I mean that, unworthy though he may be, she idolizes her brother."
"Nothing, don't worry, Bev, right as ninepence in a minute, y' know!" stammered the Viscount, trying to steady his twitching mouth. "Come back," pleaded Barnabas, "come back and let me bathe it have it attended to." "Bathe it? Pooh!" said the Viscount, contriving to smile, "pain's quite gone, I assure you, my dear fellow. I shall be all right now, if if you don't mind giving me your arm.
"My ribs," said the Viscount, feeling that region of his person with tender solicitude as he spoke, "my ribs are infernally sore, Bev, though it was kind of you not to mark my face; I'm sorry for your lip, my dear fellow, but really it was the only opening you gave me; I hope it isn't painful?" "Indeed I had forgotten it," returned Barnabas.
What Mat told me last night when we were watching the moon rise?" Eloise asked. "That Rex and Mat are going to be married to-morrow evening at early candle-lighting 'early mosquito-biting, Bev calls it. Rex has loved Mat since the day when he joined our little wagon-train out of a foolish sort of notion that he could protect us children, otherwise his life was useless to him.
'Beef? says he. 'Yes, beef, says I, 'could you eat any? 'Beef? says he again, 'couldn't I? why, I could eat a ox whole, I could! So I naturally dubbed him Milo of Crotona on the spot." "And has he ever tried to pick your pocket since?" "No, Bev; you see, he's never hungry nowadays. Gad!" said the Viscount, taking Barnabas by the arm, "I've set the fashion in tigers, Bev.
The Viscount took it, glanced at it, and his knife clattered to the floor. "Sixty thousand pounds!" he exclaimed, and sat staring down at the crumpled paper, wide-eyed. "Sixty thousand!" he repeated. "Is it sixty or six, Bev? Read it out," and he thrust the torn paper across to Barnabas, who, taking it up, read as follows:
Later it got about that I that I was afraid of the fellow he's a dead shot, they say, young as he is and well, it it wasn't pleasant, Bev. Indeed it got worse until I called out one of Chichester's friends, and winged him a fellow named Dalton." "I think I've seen him," said Barnabas, nodding.
I'll believe you, for you have a devilish striking and forcible way with you at times!" Here the Viscount cherished his bruised ribs with touches of tender inquiry. "Yes," he nodded, "there is a highly commendable thoroughness in your methods, my dear Bev, and I'm free to confess I like you better and better but !" "But?" inquired Barnabas. "As regards the handkerchief now ?"
He was not even a memory to her. And both men's names were forever stained with the black charge against them. One evening in late June, Uncle Esmond called me into council. "Gail, Rex leaves to-morrow for the new store at Burlingame, Kansas. It is two days out on the Santa Fé Trail. Bev will go with him and stay for a while.
"You're the most incomprehensible fellow, Bev," said the Viscount, seating himself on the edge of the table and swinging his leg. "You have been a constant surprise to me ever since you found me er let us say ruminating in the bilboes, and now" here he shook his head gravely "and now it seems you are to become a source of infernal worry and anxiety as well." "I hope not, Dick."
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