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The horseman cut him short. "So long, Searle. I trust you'll meet congenial company on the road, but I advise you even now to return the way you came." Bostwick glared at him vindictively, but impotently. His jaw was set and hard. A cold fire glittered in his eyes. How selfishly eager he was to be started on his way not even the girl could have known.
Like two pitching porpoises, discharging fiery wrath and skimming the gray of the desert sea, the two devices raced upon the brush. And nerve began to tell. Van was absolutely reckless; Searle was not. The former would have crowded on another notch of speed, but Bostwick feared, and shut off a trifle of his power.
There was no such thing as halting the demon in the car. But the target's size was rapidly increasing! Nevertheless, the third shot missed, like the others. Would the madman never halt? Bostwick dropped a knee to the floor, steadied the barrel on the cushion, lined up the sights, and pulled the trigger. With the roar of the weapon Van abruptly drooped. The bullet had pierced his shoulder.
The man at the wheel was already alighting. "You'll do," he said. "My name is Bostwick. I'm on my way to Goldite, in a hurry. It won't take us long, but it wants two men on the job." He had a way of thrusting his disagreeable tasks upon his fellow beings before they were prepared either to accept or refuse a proposition.
She rose slowly to her feet. Something like strength came back to her; even into her voice, as Sheila again spoke. Nor did she look at Ida May, but fixed her feverish gaze upon the two old people. "What what she says is true as far as I am concerned. But but Tunis did not know. It is not his fault. I was desperate. I heard what he said to to Miss Bostwick. I chanced to overhear it.
She glossed that item over now as a spot too sensitive for exposure. She merely admitted that between herself and Van had existed a friendship such as comes but once in many a woman's life a friendship recently destroyed, she feared, by some horrible machinations of Bostwick. "You can see," she concluded, "that Mr. Van Buren must think me guilty of almost anything.
Bostwick sat opposite and drew his forged letter from his pocket. He had placed it in Glenmore's envelope after tearing the young man's letter into scraps. "This letter," said he, "was sent from way down in the desert from Starlight, another new camp. It looks to me as if the boy has struck something very important. I'll read you what he says or you can read it for yourself." "No, no read it.
The eyes of both Bostwick and the horseman followed her graceful figure as she passed the front of the car and proceeded towards the orchard. Above the medium height and superbly modeled, she appeared more beautiful now than before. She had not descended for a change of position, or even to inspect the place.
He remembered that South End lodging house with secret horror. But evidently Ida May Bostwick was wedded to the tawdry conveniences and gayeties of city life. Tunis could not wholly understand why any sane person should assume this attitude; in fact, he suspected a good deal of it was put on.
He felt that his reputation was at stake, and, being the only sane person, apparently, in the room, there was no one to whom he might appeal. The maid had run away to cry hysterically in the kitchen; Mr. Bostwick was singing "O Promise Me;" the professor was trying to kick the globes off the chandelier; Mrs.
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