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Shortly after they started, Blaisdell came in. He told me that the relief party had been sniped at every step of the way to the gun. As Blaisdell entered, the open door threw out a fitful glare of light from our flickering candle, and a report from this particular haystack was followed by a bullet that knocked off a chip of brick just above the doorway.
"Oh, yes of course; for my book," agreed Mr. Smith, a bit hastily. He had the guilty air of a small boy who has almost been caught in a raid on the cooky jar. "And although poor Maggie isn't really a Blaisdell herself, she's nearly one; and they've got lots of Blaisdell records down there among Mother Blaisdell's things, you know. You'll want to see those." "Yes; yes, indeed.
There was, moreover, an impression abroad that our progress could by no means be considered devoid of danger. "S'pose that fellar should rise up, an' wrench off them bars!" suggested Heman Blaisdell, pointing out one cage where a great creature, gaudy in stripes, paced back and forth, throwing us an occasional look of scorn and great despite. "I wouldn't give much for my chances!
He was talking very animatedly with Mellicent Blaisdell. He was still talking with her though on the opposite side of the court when Miss Maggie went by again on her way home. Miss Maggie frowned and said something just under her breath about "that child flirting as usual!" Then she went on, walking very fast, and without another glance toward the tennis ground.
Then on the moment Blaisdell strode to the door of the cabin. Jean had never seen him look like that. "Jean look down the road," he said, brokenly, and with big hand shaking he pointed down toward Greaves's store. Like lightning Jean's glance shot down down down until it stopped to fix upon the prostrate form of a man, lying in the middle of the road.
Something in Miss Maggie's voice sent Mr. Smith's eyes to her face in a keen glance of interrogation. "You mean you'd like the chance to prove it? That you wish YOU had that hundred thousand?" "Oh, I didn't say that," twinkled Miss Maggie mischievously, turning away. It was that same afternoon that Mr. Smith met Mrs. Jane Blaisdell on the street.
Houston had received no word of their coming, and the first intimation which he had of their arrival was the sight of the three gentlemen, as he approached the house at dinner time. "How are you, Houston?" said Mr. Blaisdell, pausing in his walk up and down before the house, and extending his hand, "How's the work progressing?"
"Shore it's been too peaceful heah. Rustlers have no practice at fightin'. An' I reckon Daggs forgot." "Daggs made as crazy a move as that of Guy an' Jacobs," spoke up Jean. "They were overbold, an' he was drunk. Let them be a lesson to us." Jean had smelled whisky upon his entrance to this cabin. Bill was a hard drinker, and his father was not immune. Blaisdell, too, drank heavily upon occasions.
"Mellicent hasn't got the money to be finished yet," observed Mrs. Jane tersely. "Oh, I don't know what I'm going to do," breathed Mellicent, drawing an ecstatic sigh. "But I hope I'm going to do just what I want to, for once!" "And I'll make you some pretty dresses that you can wear right off, while they're in style," beamed Miss Flora. Frank Blaisdell gave a sudden laugh.
The cedared ridge back of the ranch was the one approach by which Jorth's gang might come close without being detected, but even so, Jean could see them and ride to the house in time to prevent a surprise. The moments dragged by, and at the end of an hour Jean was in hopes that Blaisdell would soon come. These hopes were well founded.
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