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Flynn hurried away, and from the window I followed the car's course to the house, and a moment later caught a glimpse of it on its way to the gates. I was shaving when Antoine appeared, pale from the stirring incidents of the night. "I suppose you know, sir," he said, straightening the coffee-pot on the tray in an attempt to conceal his emotions.
They sprang in front of it, and alongside the train, passing a tender, then a baggage-car, then a parlour-car. "Here we are!" exclaimed Keating, who was puffing like a bellows. Hal saw that there were only three more cars to the train; also, he saw a man in a blue uniform standing at the steps. He dashed towards him. "Your car's on fire!" he cried. "What?" exclaimed the man. "Where?"
The map showed a path from Akir through Mansura towards Junction Station, from which the so-called Turkish road ran south. In the gathering gloom my driver picked up wheel tracks through an olive orchard and, crossing a nullah, found the marks of a Ford car's wheels on the other side.
His left ribs were pressed against Dick's knees, his right hand tearing at and ripping the cloth and leather of the car's side-linings as he struggled to rise. What was fastened in that right hand Dick had seen, and with Ockley's last bullet he blew out Mut-mut's brains.
By this time the early workers were beginning to thicken in the street; street cars were more frequent; the dull night hum of the city was growing in volume. The spark had set the car's engine throbbing heavily, and the driver was about to start when a second vehicle drew up and Ashton-Kirk found himself looking into the alarmed face of young Pendleton.
She longed timidly to reach over and pat that lean brown hand resting on the steering-wheel. Two sentences she formed in her mind, only to abandon them unspoken, when, to her relief, the need for delicate diplomacy was temporarily removed by the car's slowing to a stop before Miss Martin's gate.
The two engaged in an earnest conversation, somewhat of which obviously concerned the auto and its passengers, since the lank little host made several ill-concealed gestures in the car's direction and once turned to look at the girl. She had halted by the orchard fence from which, as a post of vantage, she was apparently looking over all the place.
"Don't care a damn button not for you nor anythin' you're after! But you give me my two dollars sharp, and don't keep me another half-hour waitin'. That's what I reckoned for, an' I'm goin' to have it." He held out his hand. The old man fumbled slowly in an inner pocket of his filthy overcoat. "You say the car's going on to-night?" "It is, old bloke, and Mr.
But then, though he had said, and, indeed, proved, that he was in no hurry, Mr. Holmes began to increase the speed of his car. "He's going very fast if he's not in a hurry," suggested Bessie, sure that the driver could not hear in the rush of the wind made by the car's speed. Eleanor laughed merrily. "He always does everything in a hurry," she said.
The people scattered right and left as soon as it was apparent that the car's destination was the stranded Buzzard. Beside its driver, the car had only a single occupant, an old man it seemed by the tuft of gray hair that was projected from his chin, and which was all that could be seen of his face.
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