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Two others were drawn up on the beach, and half a dozen or more copper-colored savages were standing round the dingy. "We must save our boat at any cost!" cried Captain Sumner. As they dashed down the hill the savages turned, armed with clubs, to face them. One was bending a bow, but a shot from Bob's gun broke his arm.
An almost unholy desire possessed her to see Bob climb aboard at the next station, twine his lean hands around that drummer's trachea and shake some manhood into him. This thought suggested reflections upon the present state of Bob's health, so she took his last letter from her hand-bag and read it for the forty-second time.
But after Jack had passed the gate of Bob's house, and was walking on toward home alone, Pewee came out from behind an alley fence, accompanied by Ben Berry and Will Riley. "I'm going to settle with you now," said King Pewee, sidling up to Jack like an angry bull-dog.
The flames gradually died down; the heat grew less; the danger that the shrivelled brush on the wrong side the fire line would be ignited by sheer heat, vanished. The four men fell back. Their eyebrows and hair were singed; their skin blackened. Bob's face felt sore, and as though it had been stretched. He took a long pull at his canteen.
At this hour Pennyloaf bestirred herself after a night of weeping. Last evening the police had visited her room, and had searched it thoroughly. The revelation amazed her; she would not believe the charge that was made against her husband. She became angry with Mrs. Griffin when that practical woman said she was not at all surprised. Utterly gone was her resentment of Bob's latest cruelty.
In Bob's mind the pity of it grew as the time crept on. But Adoree Demorest was wonderful. Despite her inexperience she was calm, capable, sympathetic, and, best of all, her normality afforded a support upon which both the husband and the wife could rest. When she finally made herself ready for the street Bob cried piteously: "You're not going to leave us?" "I must.
"My land, Marc Scott, you ain't been foolin' with that heathen in the kitchen?" Scott chuckled. "Listen, Mrs. Van, I oughtn't to string you like that it is a woman, though. You heard me read that letter of Bob's?" "Yes." "He said to read the mail." "Well, haven't you?" "Yes, and the first one I tumbled into feet foremost was a confidential one from his sister. She says she's coming down here.
"It's a good thing Bob's going off to Harvard this fall. Seems to me I heard about some cutting up at Andover eh, Bob?" Bob grinned, showing a line of very white teeth. Mr. Merrill took Jethro by the arm and led him off a little distance, having a message of some importance to give him, the purport of which will appear later. And Cynthia and Bob were left face to face.
"The old pensioner needn't worry," said Cynthia. Then drove up Silas the Silent, with Bob's buggy and his black trotters. All of Brampton might see them now; and all of Brampton did see them. Silas got out, his presence not being required, and Cynthia was helped in, and Bob got in beside her, and away they went, leaving Ephraim waving his stick after them from the doorstep.
The latter appeared in person that evening, and the two sat until late talking guardedly. There was but one man to whom Bob dared appeal in this unhappy situation, and that man was John Merkle. The banker listened gravely to Bob's recital, then inquired with apparent irrelevance: "You are mighty fond of Lorelei, aren't you?" "Why, of course." Merkle nodded reflectively.
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