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The warmth of her couched body rose on the air, mingling with the fragrance of the tea she poured. A strip of torn envelope peeped from under the dimpled pillow. In the act of going he stayed to straighten the bedspread. Who was the letter from? he asked. Bold hand. Marion. O, Boylan, she said. He's bringing the programme. What are you singing?
Peter managed to get a knuckle up to rub his eyes. "He's back with us," Boylan whispered. "Don't go," she pleaded. "Don't be a fool," said Boylan. She was there beside him, bending lower and lower. It was against nature for them not to forget the exterior world for a moment, and Boylan was on the stairs.... He saw Sondreig with eyes that seemed to have dropped their scales.
Peters and Boylan were both examined as to this on their trials, but denied it, and the young inventor was forced to conclude that it must have been some of the unscrupulous men who had taken his father's patent some time before. "They may have heard of your prosperity, and thought it a good chance to rob you," suggested Ned. "Maybe," agreed Tom. "Well, we'll let it go at that.
Yellow hair, long on top and cropped tight below the brim of his hat, dropped a lock across his forehead, as he uncovered in the bomb-proof pit. He had been shaven-recently. Boylan reflected that he belonged to the hospital corps. There was a thrill about him not to be missed. "Poltneck he calls himself," Dabnitz whispered.
The smile was still there as he turned quickly to Dabnitz with the single questioning word, not contemptuous in itself, but Boylan imagined it morally so. The voice furnished a second and very real thrill. "We thought you would sing for your fellow soldiers. You are from the peasantry, I am told?" "Yes, from the people." "We thought you would understand," Dabnitz added.
"The column will get blood, right enough," said Boylan, "whether it gets breakfast or not. What's the news, I wonder?" "I've forgotten my relation to news.... Where are you going?" "To see if that beef-train is in. I suppose you'll have rigged up a turkish bath and be in the cooling room by the time I get back."
"He's alive!" he cried, joyfully. "And not much hurt, either. But he has been ill, and looks half starved. Who are these men?" Tom gave a hasty look. "Shallock Peters and Harrison Boylan!" he cried. "Ned, at last we've caught the scoundrels!" It was true. Chance had played into the hands of Tom Swift. While Mr. Halling was looking after Mr.
Moments were intense again when Poltneck was brought in a tall, angular, sandy-faced chap, with a wide mouth and glistening teeth, a smile that quickened the pulse, somehow. Boylan thought of the passions of women for such men. His shoulders were lean and square.
"Where is she?" had got away from him as he crossed the border back into the racking physical domain. He didn't like that. "Did I say anything?" "Nothing that will be used against you," Boylan observed. "As for what hit you that's the mystery. Not a scratch in sight.... I was behind. You were standing still as a sentry after that shrapnel. Presently you bowled over " "That shrapnel?" "Yep "
There might remain a crimp in him that would last always, but Boylan was aware that a man's weakness may be made his strength, and that a life habit of care which comes from cushioning a wound often results in extraordinary development of the parts of strength. The sight of women and children brought him gusts of emotion.
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