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She had just published her "Ruth Hall," which had attracted universal attention, and had given rise to a sharp discussion in the public press as to whether she was the sister of N.P. Willis or not. Mr. Bonner resolved to profit by her sudden notoriety, and requested her to write a story for the "Ledger," for which he offered to pay her twenty-five dollars per column. She declined the proposition.
One thing might truly be said, that had he played many strange antics, he would scarcely have out-done Bishop Bonner, albeit such a remark would have been dangerous to make at that time. The boys of the school were arranged, as has been said, in their seats, when the bishop, ascending the pulpit, and with crozier in hand, delivered his address.
His fingers gripped the revolver with fresh vigor, but almost instantly the rustling of dead leaves reached his ears: the man and his victim were making their way toward the house. Bonner crouched among the bushes as if paralysed. He began to comprehend the situation.
Perhaps it was sentiment that carried the day. Anyway, she was soon to be glad she'd worn the pink organdie. Before she had a chance to get in any professional work, Mrs. Bonner bore down on her with a tall young man, a stranger. "Oh, Missy! I want you to meet Raymond's cousin, Archie Briggs. Archie, this is one of Raymond's friends, Miss Merriam." Missy was grateful for that "Miss Merriam."
Archer turned half-angrily upon the speaker. "You never yet, Captain Bonner, have heard of Apaches attacking a garrisoned post, even though the garrison was smaller than ours, and I believe you never will. The question I have to settle is how to send warning to our two field columns." For a moment there was none to offer suggestion.
'We don't call young men cruel, Miss Bonner. 'But were they not? To take advantage of what Rose told them it was base! She had said more than she intended, possibly, for she coloured under his inquiring look, and added: 'I wish I could say the same as you of Beckley. Do you know, I am called Rose's thorn? 'Not by Miss Jocelyn herself, certainly! 'How eager you are to defend her.
The party of the mate was gaining ground. Jim Bonner belonged to the cook's gang, of which Peters was a partisan. July 5th. About daybreak there came on a stiff breeze from the west, which at noon freshened into a gale, so that the brig could carry nothing more than her trysail and foresail.
"Lieutenant Duff! Is Lieutenant Duff here?" It was the O. C.'s voice. "Yes, sir," said Duff, going forward and saluting. "Mr. Duff, I wish you to take charge of the Transport for the present. Lieutenant Bonner is quite useless helpless, I mean. You will find Sergeant Mackay a reliable man. Sorry I couldn't give you longer notice. I think, however, you are the man for the job."
He saw no sign of life, and retired in utter disgust. Then came the trip to the cellar. Again he had no followers, the Tinkletown men emphatically refusing to go down where old Mrs. Rank's body had been buried. Bonner laughed at them and went down alone. It was nauseous with age and the smell of damp earth, but it was cleaner there than above stairs.
"Don't back into that open well," warned the amused young man in the doorway. Anderson Crow looked sharply behind, and flushed indignantly when he saw that the well was at least fifty feet away. "I saw something down there that looked like a woman's toe," went on Bonner very soberly. "Good Lord! What did I tell you?" cried the marshal, turning to his friends.
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