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"Why, here's Orion Latham!" exclaimed one girl. "I didn't know the Seamew was in." "We just made it by the skin of our teeth," Orion said, making it a point to shake hands with Sheila. "How are you, Miss Bostwick? I never did see such a Jonah of an old tub as that dratted schooner! I thought she never would get back this trip."
When Beth procured the transfer of her money from New York to Goldite, Rickart promptly reported the news. It appeared to Van a confirmation of all his previous suspicions. He could not fight a woman, and Bostwick and McCoppet remained upon the claim. Searle wrote nearly every day to Beth, excusing his absence, relating his success, and declaring the increase of his love.
But I'll tell you who I am and it'll hold you for a while, I guess. I am Ida May Bostwick. You know full and well you are makin' out to these rich relations of mine that you are me. I'll show you up, miss! I'll have you whipped or jailed or something. The gall of you!" The other girl heard her with unchanging face. Somehow, that steady, unshrinking look gave Ida May Bostwick pause.
The girl in the tonneau stepped past her maid and opened the door on the further side of the car. Bostwick stood up at once. "I wouldn't get out, Beth I wouldn't get out," he said, a little impatiently. "We'll be ready to go in five minutes." Nevertheless she alighted. "Don't hurry on my account," she answered. "The day is getting warm."
"Private room back here," McCoppet announced, and he started to lead the way, pausing for a moment near a faro table to cast a cold glance at the dealer. "Wonderfully interesting game," said Bostwick. "It seems as if a man might possibly beat it." There might have been a shade of contempt in the glance McCoppet cast upon him. He merely said: "He can't." Bostwick laughed. "You seem very positive."
Van straightened up slowly. "The girl?" "Miss Kent engaged to Bostwick you ought to know," replied the man behind the counter. "She's put up the dough and I guess she's in the game, for she turned it all over like a man." Van laughed, suddenly, almost terribly. "Oh, hell, Rick, come out and git a drink!" he said. "Here," as he noted a bottle in the desk, "give me some of that!"
Bostwick effected a change of dress in the rear of the nearest store. A rough blue shirt, stout kahki garments and yellow "hiking" boots converted him into one of the common units of which the camp throng was comprised. He was then duly barbered, after which he made a strenuous but futile endeavor to procure accommodations for the night.
"Old New York," he repeated, at the end of his reverie, and meeting once more the steady brown eyes of the girl with whom the fates had thrown him, he fetched up promptly with the present. "How long has your brother been out here in Goldite?" "About a month," she answered. "He's been in the West for nearly a year, and wrote Mr. Bostwick to come." "Mr.
He arrived at the house in the late afternoon while Mrs. Dick and Beth were engaged together in the dining-room, sewing at a quilt. The meeting was therefore a quiet one and Beth escaped any lover-like demonstrations he might otherwise have made. Mrs. Dick, in her frank dislike of Bostwick, finally carried her work upstairs. "Well, well, sweetheart!" Bostwick exclaimed.
He might die for the want of care," came from Tom. "We'll take him along," said Dick. "Come, lift him up." As carefully as they could they lifted the unconscious form up and bore it to where the rowboat was lying. Soon all were on board, and while Tom did his best to revive Bostwick, Dick and old Jerry bent their back to the oars, pulling as they had seldom pulled before.
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