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Guess you got a little rattled. Never mind." The words stabbed Tom like a knife, but at least they were friendly and showed that Garry did not entirely condemn him. He paused at the Elks cabin, the cabin of his own patrol, where most of the members of his troop were gathered. One or two made way for him in the doorway, but did not speak. Roy Blakeley was sitting on the edge of Dory's couch.
Blakeley could not have been more astounded if a bomb had dropped before her. Still kneeling before Virginia's bed, she turned her startled face at Kennedy, clasping her hands in appeal. "It was for my girls that I tried to buy her off for their good name their fortune their future," she cried, imploringly.
"I had been there only a few minutes," he said, with a chop in one hand and the cake in the other, "when Bronson rushed out and cut across the street. He's a tall man, Mr. Blakeley, and I had had work keeping close. It was a relief when he jumped on a passing car, although being well behind, it was a hard run for me to catch him. He had left the lady.
When you're feeling kind of shaky, that's the time you like to have one of your own patrol with you you bet. Soon we heard the boat coming back and could see the lanterns bobbing. "Pull hard," I heard Mr. Elting call from the shore. It sounded awful clear in the night. The fellows in the boat rowed straight for us and gave us an aid kit and a couple of lanterns. "That you, Blakeley?"
Nordman was willing to help, and soon after got into communication with Mr. Whitlock. Here is an account of his service, which was accompanied by a letter from District Attorney Blakeley, certifying to his reliability and knowledge of the facts. May 10, 1910. HON. BRAND WHITLOCK, Toledo, Ohio. Dear Sir: Mr.
However, a newspaper experience gives you one thing, if no other assurance. "I believe you have a patient, a Miss Virginia Blakeley?" I ventured. "Miss Blakeley? Oh yes, and her sister, also." The mention of the names was enough. I was no longer needed as a buffer. "Chapelle," blurted out Hampton, "you must have done something to her when you treated her face.
Puffs of smoke rose above the hill that hid the iron combatants. "Ashby's Horse Artillery," said the men. "That's the Blakeley now! Boys, I reckon we're in for it!" An aide passed at a gallop. "Shields and nine thousand men. Ashby was misinformed more than we thought Shields and nine thousand men." Along the line the soldiers slightly moved their feet, moistened their lips.
"Twins!" The doctor grinned. "Have two drinks." But the medical man refused. "I wouldn't even wear a champagne-colored necktie during business hours," he explained. "By the way, I had another case from your accident, Mr. Blakeley, late yesterday afternoon. Under the tongue, please." He stuck a thermometer in my mouth.
The Avon kept signaling to two other British war vessels which were in sight one an eighteen-gun brig and the other a twenty-gun ship; they were so close that the Wasp was afraid they would interfere before the combat could be ended. Nevertheless, Blakeley persevered, and made his attack with equal skill and daring.
"By George," he said, "and you carry that around in your pocket! What if you should mistake it for your handkerchief?" But Mr. Hotchkiss was not listening. He stood bent somewhat forward, leaning over the table, and fixed me with his ferret-like eyes. "Have you see the evening papers, Mr. Blakeley?" he inquired. I glanced to where they lay unopened, and shook my head.
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