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And her tight tongue had served her well, so that, while the old-timers knew she must know, none ever heard her gossip of the times of Kalakaua's boathouse, nor of the high times of officers of visiting warships, nor of the diplomats and ministers and councils of the countries of the world.
Molly was waiting for her, and together they trotted down the sandy path to the boathouse. It had rained the day before and the path was a bit muddy, but with heavy shoes the children did not need rubbers. "Isn't it warm?" said Molly. "I 'most wish I'd worn a hat, it's so sunny."
An hour later Atkins, leading the weary and homesick Joshua by the bridle, trudged in at the lighthouse yard. Job, still ornamented with remnants of the fly paper, slunk at his heels. Seth stabled the horse and, after some manoeuvering, managed to decoy the dog down the slope to the boathouse, where he closed the door upon him and his whines. Then he climbed back to the kitchen.
As the rowboat turned this point the boys were surprised to see a small motor craft shoot out from the boathouse. "Look at that!" exclaimed Bert. "I didn't know there was one of those gasolene jiggers on the lake." "Me either," added Tom. "Must be a new one. Wonder who's in it?" "Must be somebody from the Stockton house," said Vincent; "though I didn't know anybody was living there now."
She had a pretty hand, and it was adorned by the very best diamond that could be bought at Hanson's for one hundred and fifty dollars. She waited, watching Jimmie's stroke, while the Peterboro slipped out from the boathouse and rose quartering to the swells of a passing launch.
The lights went out behind the windows. Blank darkness replaced the yellow gleam that had shone upon them. The two houses on either side of the piazza were wrapped in silence. Presently there was a soft noise of feet crossing the pavement. It was Paolo going to lock the door leading to the boathouse. Lady Holme moved round sharply in her chair to watch him. He bent down.
"Nuisance... this... being a lunger... What's it all... about, Jeff?" "I know her. We'll cover the waterfront. Take from Coffee Street up. Don't miss a wharf or a boathouse. And if you find the girl don't let her get away." The editor crossed to the Pacific & Alaska dock, his glance sweeping every dark nook and cranny that might conceal a huddled form.
But they'll find it pretty dark to-night, I'm thinking," added the cadet, with a glance out of the boathouse window at the leaden sky. The talk continued and Ritter listened closely to every word. Then he arose and motioned to Coulter, and the two walked outside. "Did you hear what Mumps said?" he asked of his crony. "About those chaps going to the Fords' home?" "Yes." "What of it?"
So I tinkered with that and got nothing else done. I'm just after mending a hinge on the boathouse door. A profitless afternoon, I call it." "So you haven't been back to your diggings since noon." "Not a once. Why? Did you want me?" "N o. Oh, no." "That's lucky. Apparently everybody else did," concluded Jerry grimly. So went Walter's quest! Nobody had seen Lola. Nobody knew anything about her.
He rushed around the corner of the boathouse and there beheld a scene that aroused his warmest indignation. Harry Moss was crowded into a corner and over him stood Lew Flapp, beating him with a heavy boat chain. Flapp had just raised the chain for another blow when Tom ran in and caught his arm. "Stop!" he cried. "You let Harry Moss alone!" Startled at the interruption Lew Flapp turned.
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