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He had a sudden flash of the memory of that stark lodging house where Ida May Bostwick lived, and he felt assured this girl's home could be no better. But he did not mention this thought. "I did not mean it just that way," he told her, smiling. "First you and I will go and get supper somewhere. I did not half finish mine, and you have had none at all." "I don't know about that," she interposed.
"I don't want your money." Across the horseman's handsome visage passed a look that, to the girl, boded anything but peace. Bostwick's manner was an almost intolerable affront, in a land where affronts are resented. However, the stranger answered quietly, despite the fact that Bostwick nettled him to an extraordinary degree.
The possibility of the real Ida May Bostwick changing her mind and reconsidering her refusal to communicate with the Balls or visit Wreckers' Head never once entered Tunis' mind, if it had Sheila Macklin's. He had seen how scornfully the cheap little shop-girl had refused the kind offer extended to her by her old relatives.
We aren't sailing the Marlin B., for she's in Chilean waters, owned by a South American millionaire. You can stow that kind of talk, Horry anyway, while Miss Bostwick is aboard." They were until late in the evening beating into Paulmouth Harbor, but the heavens were starlit and the air as soft as spring.
Beth obeyed directions and thereby discerned, with remarkable clearness, the moving object, far away below. She did not in the least suspect its nature. "Why, yes what is it?" she asked with languid interest, having expected something more significant. "Is it some small animal?" "Yes," responded Van. "It's Searle." Beth was instantly all attention. "Not Mr. Bostwick, in his car?"
We want to begin to ship again, and eggs seem to be staying in the nests. He, he! Has Mrs. Ball got any to spare?" "I don't cal'late she has. You see," said Cap'n Ira soberly, "we got another mouth to feed eggs to now. Did you know we had Ida May Bostwick visiting us? A young lady from Boston. Prue's niece, once removed." "Why I I ahem! I saw her at church, Cap'n Ira," faltered Joshua.
Van looked him over in mock astonishment. "Say, Searle," he said, "don't you savvy you've lost your vote in this convention? I told you to do these ladies the kindness to sweeten the atmosphere with your absence. Now you hit the trail and hit it quick!" Bostwick looked helplessly at the girl. "I am entirely unarmed," he said as before, though she knew there was a pistol in the car. "This ruffian "
"I haven't been able to find accommodations," answered Bostwick warmly. "It's an outrage the way this town is conducted. I thought perhaps " "I'll fix you all right," cut in McCoppet. "Are you ready for a talk? Nothing has waited for you to come." "I came for an interview in fact "
She was just a trifle startled by the possibility. He was grave for once. "Men come and go in a mining town, where everyone's unduly excited. If he isn't on deck, then have you no one else? Have you any alternative plan?" "Why, no," she confessed, her alarm increasing, "not unless Mr. Bostwick has arrived and arranged our accommodations." "I wouldn't count on Searle," drawled Van significantly.
"That's all," and he grinned and departed. Bostwick glowered, less pleased than before. "That fellow, I presume. He evidently knows where you are stopping." Beth was beginning to feel annoyed and somewhat defiant. She had never dreamed this man could appear so repellant as now, with his stubble of beard and this convict garb upon him. She met his glance coldly. "He found me the place.
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