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Betty was really sorry about the scratches and felt somehow as though she were a little to blame for the accident. She should have been more careful in guiding the gray. Once at the great stables and paddocks, however, Betty's mind was relieved on this point. Louise had an errand from her father to Mr. Bolter and went away with Esther to interview the horse owner. Mr.
Morris Bolter. This is Mrs. Bolter. 'Mrs. Bolter's humble servant, said Fagin, bowing with grotesque politeness. 'I hope I shall know her better very shortly. 'Do you hear the gentleman, Charlotte? thundered Mr. Claypole. 'Yes, Noah, dear! replied Mrs. Bolter, extending her hand. 'She calls me Noah, as a sort of fond way of talking, said Mr. Morris Bolter, late Claypole, turning to Fagin.
"'You don't want a jock on this thing, he says. 'A engineer is what he needs. "'Sell him, is the first words Ike says to me when I sees him. "'Sell him? I says. 'You must be drunk! Why, he don't bring a ten case note. Everybody's hep he's a bolter. Now listen! This is a real good colt, 'n' I know it; but the bunch don't. That boy of mine can ride him.
The ground was rough and broken, with here and there trees lying across it, blown down by a whirlwind; but they scarcely stopped Bolter, who seemed to take an especial pleasure in leaping over them, and leading his pursuers along the worst ground he could find. The other animals were, however, quite as eager to come up with Bolter as he was to escape, and exerted themselves to the utmost.
Upon one of his excursions with net and can, Doctor Bolter had succeeded in capturing several of the beautiful little chaetadons, or shooting-fish; tiny little broad fellows, beautifully banded, whose peculiarity was the adroitness with which they would lie in wait for any unfortunate fly that settled on the edge of an aquatic leaf, and then fire or rather, water off at it a tiny globule, with such unerring aim, that the insect was generally brought down into the water and swallowed.
They were just in time, for a dozen or more black fellows, showing themselves, sprang forward poising their spears ready to hurl at the young horsemen. Old Bolter, fully comprehending the danger which he and his owners were in, instead of going over the bad ground took that to the left, allowing Paul and Harry to ride up close to him on either flank.
Not quite so bad. 'What, I suppose he was 'Wanted, interposed Fagin. 'Yes, he was wanted. 'Very particular? inquired Mr. Bolter. 'No, replied Fagin, 'not very. He was charged with attempting to pick a pocket, and they found a silver snuff-box on him, his own, my dear, his own, for he took snuff himself, and was very fond of it.
They were standing on the weather-side of the forecastle in the evening, looking over the side at the setting sun. "You don't appear to be easy in your mind," observed Ben Bolter, after a prolonged silence. "You wouldn't be if you had left a bride behind you," answered Bill shortly. "How d'ye know that?" said Ben; "p'r'aps I have left one behind me. Anyhow, I've left an old mother."
The prominent part he took in organizing and launching the Fremont convention has put him in the position of an avowed bolter. He has already put forward a colleague from the Senate who is supposed to be friendly to the administration. The Senator is a man of blunt speech and dominating personality. He speaks with earnestness, conviction and eloquence. He does not mince words.
Fagin looked hard at the robber; and, motioning him to be silent, stooped over the bed upon the floor, and shook the sleeper to rouse him. Sikes leant forward in his chair: looking on with his hands upon his knees, as if wondering much what all this questioning and preparation was to end in. 'Bolter, Bolter!
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