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Horrocks, in spite of his tacit objection, was forced to admire the sturdy young face of this child of the prairie. Jim Bowley plunged into his story with a directness and simplicity which did not fail to carry conviction. He told all he knew without any attempt at shielding himself or his companions. Horrocks and the old rancher listened carefully to the story.
"Oh, stop! Stop it, Mr. Bowley!" she cried, white, trembling, gripping his arm, utterly unconscious, the tears coming. "Tut-tut!" said Mr. Bowley in his dressing-room an hour later. "Tut- tut!" a comment that was profound enough, though inarticulately expressed, since his valet was handing his shirt studs.
As soon as Bowley had left the room three pairs of eyes were turned inquiringly upon the officer. "Well?" questioned Lablache, with some show of eagerness. Horrocks shrugged a pair of expressive shoulders. "From his point of view the man speaks the truth," he replied decisively.
Nor would the continent of America, divided into square, numbered fields, and cultivated from a central station by electricity, be an ennobling spectacle." It need not be said that the horrible consequences of specialization depicted by Dr. Bowley need not necessarily have happened, even if its effects has been given free play.
One of their number was Mr. Bowley, who afterwards joined the Church Mission, and was for many years located at Chunar. He translated the entire Scriptures into Hindee, and did beside much excellent literary work in the translation and composition of books and tracts.
Deedles Brothers! The skittle-playing came off with immense success. Sir Joseph knocked the pins about quite skilfully; Master Bowley took an innings at a shorter distance also; and everybody said that now, when a Baronet and the Son of a Baronet played at skittles, the country was coming round again, as fast as it could come. At its proper time, the Banquet was served up.
Nogoe has vanished from the locality of the now thriving inn and tavern of his friend Mr Peter Bowley, and in the character of a scapegoat, is gone forth to what point of the compass nobody exactly knows. The last account of him is, that he had gone to the Isle of Man, where he endeavoured to get up a railway on the Exhaustive Principle, but without effect.
Then he mounted and silently rode off towards the herd. It was his relief on the cattle guard. Jim Bowley welcomed him with the genial heartiness of a man who knows that he has finished his vigil and that he can now lie down to rest. The guarding of a large herd at night is always an anxious time. Cattle are strange things to handle.
'You have no bill or demand upon me my name is Bowley, Sir Joseph Bowley of any kind from anybody, have you? said Sir Joseph. 'If you have, present it. There is a cheque-book by the side of Mr. Fish. I allow nothing to be carried into the New Year. Every description of account is settled in this house at the close of the old one. So that if death was to to 'To cut, suggested Mr. Fish.
Then he went on more calmly: "But wait a moment, we'll send down for the 'hand' that brought in the news." A servant was despatched, and a few minutes later Jim Bowley entered. Jacky, returning from the corrals, entered at the same time. Directly she had seen the police horse outside she knew what was happening. When she appeared Lablache endeavored to conceal a look of annoyance.
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