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"The general!" says Bobby, "whew w!" He ought to understand his tastes, being the same age, and having been at schoo "
That day, all the stock which Frank L. Sharpe had held began to come in for transfer, in small lots of from ten to twenty shares, and inside a week not a certificate stood in Sharpe's name. All the stock held by Williams also came in for transfer. Bobby went immediately to see Sharpe, and, very much concerned, inquired into the meaning of this. Mr. Sharpe was as pleasant as Christmas morning.
"There's no use talking, Libbie, you've got to see the infirmary nurse," said Bobby resolutely. "I promised your mother to look after you, and if you're going to be sick you'll at least have the proper care. Wait till we get into some dry things, and I'll take you."
Bobby, broad awake with the shock of the discovery, crept hastily down, untied the bulging stocking and crawled back to his warm nest. It was yet too dark to see; but he cuddled it to him, and felt of it all over, and enjoyed the warmth of his bed in contrast to that momentary emergence into the outer cold. Shortly the light strengthened, however, and the room turned warmer.
Katherine, as she saw his face, drew back. "Bobby!" "My candle went out," he said dully, "and he moved through the darkness. I tell you he moved beneath my hand." She drew farther away, staring at him. "You were frightened " "No. If we go there with a light now," he said with the same dull conviction, "we will find him as we found my grandfather this afternoon."
He pointed ruefully to the four goldfish, which he had strung upon wire grass and dropped into the edge of the pool. She did not smile. Indeed, she gave him a very severe look. "How cruel!" she murmured. "Bobby, you deserve a sound spanking. You are a very naughty little boy." She spoke rapidly in French. "He put the bait on," said Bobby, also in French. Here was treachery!
As evening fell a gray shade gathered round Bobby's mouth, and he turned his face to the tent wall wearily. The Surgeon-Major frowned. 'I'm awfully tired, said Bobby, very faintly. 'What's the use of bothering me with medicine? I don't want it. Let me alone. The desire for life had departed, and Bobby was content to drift away on the easy tide of Death. 'It's no good, said the Surgeon-Major.
He turned to see a yellow two-wheeled cart drawn by a gaunt white horse. On the seat close to the horse's tail sat Mr. Kincaid. "Going to the Shoot?" he asked. "Yes, sir," said Bobby. "Well, jump in." Mr. Kincaid moved one side, and lifted half the seat so Bobby could climb in from the rear. Then he let the seat down again and clucked to the horse. Mr.
Of course, this was not so; but Bobby thought she was telling the exact truth. The two girls really had not explained Betty's loss to Mrs. Staples at all. "The English girl going off so suddenly, and on such a wild-goose chase, looks kind of fishy, you know," drawled Bob. "She thinks she is chasing her aunt!" Bobby cried. "Maybe." "You don't even know her, Bob," declared Betty haughtily.
As an antidote for his unwelcome jealousy Bobby offered himself to Rawlins. "Would you mind if I came, too? I've known Paredes a long time." Robinson sneered. "What do you think of that, Rawlins?" But the detective stepped close and whispered in the district attorney's ear. "All right," Robinson said. "Go with 'em, if you want, Mr. Blackburn."
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