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All Calthorpe speeded them upon their life's journey, and the east-bound mail bore them away with the echo of cheery farewells, and every other form of speeding, dying pleasantly away behind them. So, too, the snake-like string of coaches bore the burden of Destiny in the great uninteresting, padlocked baskets and bags which contained the mail.
Who told you that it would injure them, Jenkins? I want to get at the bottom of this affair." "Well, I wasn't the only one what was told it," growled Jenkins, glaring around at his companions, "though it's been put up to me as if I started it. Bill Calthorpe heard it as well as me, an' so did Phil Watts. We was all told it together."
Amongst my associates or acquaintances, two or three of whom have since become known were the last Lord Derby, Sir William Harcourt, the late Lord Stanley of Alderley, Latimer Neville, late Master of Magdalen, Lord Calthorpe, of racing fame, with whom I afterwards crossed the Rocky Mountains, the last Lord Durham, my cousin, Sir Augustus Stephenson, ex- solicitor to the Treasury, Julian Fane, whose lyrics were edited by Lord Lytton, and my life-long friend Charles Barrington, private secretary to Lord Palmerston and to Lord John Russell.
"That's true enough," echoed Calthorpe. "We can't do things for nothing. We gotter make something." "I guess if we tell the young feller that we know who it was what sot us ag'in' him he'll pay us something," added Jenkins. "It don't make no difference to me where I get money, so long as I get it." "O' course not," said a number of the men in a breath.
He was a pleasant young fellow called Calthorpe, and when he heard that the trip was being made to rescue a lady took a personal interest in the affair. He made up his mind to catch The Red Cross before she reached Bilbao. "Is she a fast boat?" he asked when The Firefly cleared the Channel. "Nearly as fast as this craft," replied Mark Dane, who was at his elbow. "She was built for speed."
He would have stopped the engines, which were working furiously, but that it was dangerous at the moment. The Firefly swung round, and then with the rush of a wounded bull came straight at The Dark Horse. "Hell!" cried Calthorpe, "he's going to ram her." There was no time to stop the engines, or to reverse them.
Even Rorie felt that the room was pretty, though he did above all things abhor to be trapped in it, as he found himself this October evening. "There's a great lot of rubbish in it," he used to say of Mrs. Tempest's drawing-room, "but it's rather nice altogether." Mrs. Tempest, at five-and-thirty, still retained the good looks which had distinguished Miss Calthorpe at nineteen.
The race-track at Calthorpe was a matter of no small pride to its citizens. Any western city could possess broad and beautiful avenues. Any city might well boast hotels of six, eight, or even ten floors, and express elevators, and things of that sort. A cathedral was not unknown even, and electric surface cars.
Jenkins looked around and Bill Calthorpe and the other squatters did the same, the first speaker's admission not being denied by any of them. "No, he ain't here now," said Jenkins. "Was he here at all to-day?" suddenly asked Billy Manners in a tone that brought attention upon him in an instant. "Yes, he was!" said Jenkins doggedly, and all the boys gave a gasp.
A pretty bit of steering on the part of both vessels took place until the winds and waves took command. Then the boats, out of hand, swung together, almost touching. Giles could see Anne. She cried out and stretched her hands. Suddenly Dane turned the yacht in a circle. Calthorpe shouted to know, with several adjectives, what he was up to.
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