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"Really, I don't suppose I shall ever go there again," he answered with a laugh. "Off with the old love, you know, Mr Neeld!" "Oh, don't say that," protested Southend. There was a hint of some meaning in his speech which made Harry turn to him with quick attention. "Blent's a mere memory to me," he declared. The three elder men were silent, but they seemed to receive what he said with scepticism.
Just as soon as I have had breakfast, I'll take Preston and go over and interview this gang of Blent's henchmen. I am not at all sure that he has any right to hunt the boy down, warrant or no warrant!" That was when he looked grim and his eyes flashed. Ruth felt that her friend's father was just the man to give Jerry Sheming a fair deal if he had the chance.
Tingley came back at dark and said he had succeeded in getting Jerry's case put over until a lawyer could familiarize himself with the details. Meanwhile Keller, Blent's man, had refused to accept bail. Jerry would have to remain in jail for a time. A man came across from the town that evening and brought a telegram for Mr. Tingley.
Even now it hardly reached consciousness, certainly did not attain explicitness. It was still rather than Janie was no mistress for Blent and that this girl was the ideal. It was Blent still rather than himself, Blent's mistress rather than his. But it was enough to set a new edge on his questioning.
The Blent's on fire from Mingham to the sea." "I've seen Harry Tristram." "Ah, how is he?" asked Neeld. "Never saw a young man more composed in all my life. And he couldn't be better satisfied with himself if he'd turned out to be a duke." "We know Harry's airs," Iver said, smiling indulgently. "But there's stuff in him." A note of regret came into his voice.
You remember my girl, Southend?" "Well, I suppose Blent's worth nine or ten thousand a year still?" The progress of Lord Southend's thoughts was obvious. "H'm. Seven or eight, I should think, as it's managed now. It's a nice place, though, and would go a good bit better in proper hands." "Paterfamilias considering?" "I don't quite make the young fellow out.
Blent's elimination from the scene would not help Jerry much." "I tell you what you've got to fight fire with fire," observed Tom, after a moment of deep reflection. "Well? What meanest thou, Sir Oracle?" "Why, they haven't any business to arrest Jerry." "Agreed." "Then let's tip him off so that he can run." "Where will he run to?" demanded Ruth, eagerly. "Say! that's a big island.
He was a big, bewhiskered man, with a jolly laugh and amiable manner. His eye could flash, too, if need be, Ruth judged. And almost at once she had an opportunity of seeing him stern. "What crowd is that over at the west end of the island?" he asked his wife. "I see they have a fire. There must be four or five men there. Is it some of Blent's doings?" "Oh, Dad!" cried Ralph Tingley, eagerly.
Blent's nothing to him now. It's for my own sake that I've said he mustn't come." "You've begged him not to come?" "I've told him not to come," said Cecily haughtily. "If it's his, let him take it. If it's mine, I can choose who shall come there. Don't you see, don't you see? How can I ever cheat myself into thinking it's mine by right, if I see Harry there?" She paused a moment.
Mina came and knelt down by her, caressing her hand. Cecily shivered a little and moved with a vague air of discomfort. "But I believe he cares for you," Mina whispered. "He might have cared for me perhaps. But Blent's between." Blent was between. The difficulty seemed insuperable at least where you were dealing with Tristrams. Mina could not but acknowledge that.
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