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But get us a bottle of wine, some eggs, and a frying-pan. By Jove, I am a capital hand at an omelet!" The serrurier nodded again, grinned, and withdrew. "Rest here," said Birnie, in his calm, passionless voice, that seemed to Morton, however, to assume an unwonted tone of command. "I will go and make the best bargain I can for our furniture, buy fresh clothes, and engage our places for Tours."
He invariably pitched his tent close to that of the doctor, who regularly dressed it for him. Passing old Birnie, they had after two days to pass through an undulating country, frequently wading across hollows filled with water.
And watch your chance and go down to mother with that message. Birnie, of the Tomahawk outfit you'll find out in Laramie where to go. And tell mother I'm all right, and she'll see me some day when I've made my stake. God bless you, little woman. You're the truest, sweetest little woman in the world. There's just one more like you that's mother. Now go back and for God's sake he careful!"
His father came slowly up to him, straight-backed and with the gait of the man who has ridden astride a horse more than he has walked on his own feet. He put up his hand, gloved for riding, and Bud changed the lead-ropes from his right hand to his left, and shook hands rather formally. "Ye've good weather for travelling," said Bob Birnie tentatively.
Hanson hastily deposited the baby in its cradle and went to call "Jess", her face pink with excitement. "You're lucky you stopped at her house instead of some other place," Jimmy observed. "She's a corking good woman. As a deputy sheriff, you'll come in mighty handy if they do try anything, Mr. Birnie if you're the kind of a man you look to be. I'll bet you can shoot. Can you?"
Birnie did not sleep in the house, he went home nightly to a lodging at some little distance. We have said but little about this man, for, to all appearance, there was little enough to say; he rarely opened his own mouth except to Gawtrey, with whom Philip often observed him engaged in whispered conferences, to which he was not admitted.
"You're of age," said Bob Birnie, sucking hard at his pipe. "You've had your schooling as your mother wished that you should have it. You've got the music in your head and your fingers and your toes, and that's as your mother wished that you should have. "Your mother would have you be all for music, and make tunes out of your own head.
Looking towards the casements of the attic in the opposite house, Gawtrey said, mutteringly, "I wonder where Birnie has been, and why he has not returned. I grow suspicious of that man." "Suspicious of what?" asked Morton. "Of his honesty? Would he rob you?" "Rob me! Humph perhaps! but you see I am in Paris, in spite of the hints of the police; he may denounce me."
"My young friend," interrupted Gawtrey, "whether the officer comes after us or not, our trade is ruined; that infernal Adele, with her fabulous grandmaman, has done for us. Goupille will blow the temple about our ears. No help for it eh, Birnie?" "None." "Go to bed, Philip: we'll call thee at daybreak, for we must make clear work before our neighbours open their shutters."
But that respectable personage kept his furtive watch upon Giraumont and Gawtrey, who appeared talking together, very amicably. The younger novice of that night, equally silent, seated towards the bottom of the table, was not less watchful than Birnie. An uneasy, undefinable foreboding had come over him since the entrance of Monsieur Giraumont; this had been increased by the manner of Mr. Gawtrey.
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