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Phil Boldrick, speaking for all, said: "Yes, you had better go quick; but on the hop like a cur, mind you: on your hands and knees, jumping all the way." And, with weapons menacing him, this visitor to Viking departed, swallowing as he went the red dust disturbed by his hands and feet. This established Roscoe's position finally.

We all turned, and saw a sight that made Ruth Devlin cover her face with her hands and Mrs. Falchion stand horror-stricken. There, coming down the cable with the speed of lightning, was the cage. In it was a man Phil Boldrick. With a cry and a smothered oath, Mr. Devlin sprang towards the machinery, Roscoe with him.

And I actually believe that, in time, you will be free from priggishness, and become a brilliant conversationalist; and suppose we wander on to our proper places in the scene. . . . Besides, I want to see that strange man, Mr. Boldrick." We travelled slowly down the hillside into the village, and were about to turn towards the big mill when we saw Mr. Devlin and Ruth riding towards us.

Boldrick carries on his aerial railway with considerable success, as you see." "A singular man," said Mrs. Falchion. "I should like to see him. Come, sit down here and tell me all you know about him, will you not?" Roscoe assented. I arranged a seat for us, and we all sat. Roscoe was about to begin, when Mrs. Falchion said, "Wait a minute. Let us take in this scene first." We were silent.

Boldrick again, and see the mills and the electric light, and hear your whistle, from up there. Then, of course, you must show us the mill working at night, and afterwards may I ask it? you must all come and have supper with me at the summer hotel." Ruth dropped her eyes. I saw she did not wish to go. Fortunately Mr. Devlin extricated her. "I'm afraid that will be impossible, Mrs.

Come out," he continued, "and let us get the front seats. They are all stalls here; nobody has a box except Boldrick, and it is up in the flies." "Mr. Devlin," said Mrs. Falchion, "I purpose to see this show not only from the stalls, but from the box in the flies. Therefore, during the first act, I shall be here in front of the foot-lights. During the second act I shall be aloft like Tom Bowling "

But a flagstaff was erected near, no stouter one stands on Beachy Head or elsewhere, and on it was engraved: PHIL BOLDRICK, Buried with Municipal Honours on the Thirtieth day of June 1883. This to his Memory, and for the honour of Viking and Sunburst. "Padre," said a river-driver to Galt Roscoe after the rites were finished, "that was a man you could trust."

Boldrick and I would be very good friends indeed," said Mrs. Falchion; "and I purpose visiting him again. It is quite probable that we shall find we have had mutual acquaintances." She looked at Roscoe meaningly as she said this, but he was occupied with Ruth. "You were not afraid?" Roscoe said to Ruth. "Was it not a strange sensation?"

I was for a moment uneasy, but Mr. Devlin reassured me, and instantly a shrill whistle from the little mills answered the salute. Just before they got into the cage, Mrs. Falchion turned to Boldrick, and said: "You have not been trying to remember where you heard my name before? Well, can you not recall it now?" Boldrick shook his head.

All that would be splendid without the mills and the machinery and Boldrick's cable, but it would not be perfect: it needs man Phil Boldrick and Company in the foreground. Nature is not happy by itself: it is only brooding and sorrowful. You remember the mountain of Talili in Samoa, Mr. Roscoe, and the valley about it: how entrancing yet how melancholy it is.

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