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So lofty was Sir Thomas's repute that backers were easily found, but the dunghill rooster instantly showed a clean pair of heels, and the cheat was justified of his cunning. Thus Ralph Briscoe learnt the first lessons in that art of sharping wherein he was afterwards an adept; and when he left school his head was packed with many a profitable device which no book learning could impart.

The shot rattled among the leaves, and they and a few twigs came pattering down into the water, while directly after there was another report from right away to their left. "Hah! that must have come from the brig," cried Brace. "Right," said Briscoe.

Then Grandmama, settling down with her pleased old smile to something which mattered more than the news in the papers, said "And now, dear, I want to hear all about this friendship of Nan's and this nice young Mr. Briscoe." So Neville again had to answer questions about that. Mrs. Hilary, abruptly leaving them, trailed away by herself to the house.

He went to the front door, and, opening it, let in a tornado of wind and flood of water that beat him back; sheets of rain blew in horizontally, in spite of the porch beyond. Briscoe followed him. "Don't be a fool, Lige," he said. "You hardly expect to go out in that." Lige shook his head; it needed them both to get the door closed.

Briscoe and a red-faced young man, a stranger to Plattville, came down the steps, laughing like boys, and then Keating and Bence, and then Warren Smith. As the lawyer reached the platform, he turned toward the door of the car and waved his hand as in welcome. "Here he is, boys!" he shouted, "Welcome Home!"

There was a violent start, and then the American lay perfectly still, and a husky whisper arose from his lips: "What is it?" Brace placed his lips to Briscoe's ear and said: "You've done it now." "Eh? Done what?" Brace acquainted him with all that had passed, and ended with a word or two about listening and eavesdropping. "Listening eavesdropping?" said Briscoe. "You did not go to listen.

"And I've been playing the mean treacherous part of an eavesdropper," thought Brace, as he drew back softly and returned to the side of the smouldering fire, and after carefully judging the distance he made out where Briscoe was lying, and, proceeding cautiously to his side, knelt down and laid a hand upon his companion's lips.

Barry had a way of assuming that people would want, naturally, to do the thing that most needed doing. Gerda's soul sang and whistled down the whistling wind. It wasn't over, then: it was only beginning. The W.E.A. was splendid; work was splendid; Barry Briscoe was splendid; life was splendid.

Why, I only trusted YOU by halves. There was a fool for you. Never trust people by halves." "That is true, sir." "Well, then, now I shall go at it like a man. I have a vile opinion of servants; but no matter. I'll try them: they are human, I suppose. I'll hit them between the eyes like a man. Go to the kitchen, Mrs. Briscoe, and tell them I wish to speak to all the servants, indoors or out."

Briscoe glanced at them, and raised a warning finger to his daughter, and they went tiptoeing into the house, where the judge dropped heavily upon a sofa with an asthmatic sigh; he was worn and tired. Minnie stood before him with a look of pale inquiry, and he shook his head. "No use to tell them; but I can't see any hope," he answered her, biting nervously at the end of a cigar.

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