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The seven or eight million feet of lumber comprised in Carlin's drive would keep the men below busy until the other owners, farther down and up the tributaries, should also have put their season's cut afloat. The ice went out early, to Orde's satisfaction. As soon as the river ran clear in its lower reaches he took his rear crew in to Carlin's rollways.
Carlin had said that all arrangements must be made with her eldest brother; and some tone within her tone had impressed Skag with concern which amounted to apprehension. But when he walked into Roderick Deal's office and met the hand of Carlin's eldest brother there was a light in his eye which that Indian Sahib found good to see. Roderick Deal overtopped the American by two inches.
It meant he must disappear from the cobra's eye an instant behind the playhouse. . . . Carlin's tones were in the air. He could not live or breathe until the threshold was clear no concentration but that. . . . Like the last outburst before a breaking heart, he heard: "If you would only go go, my dear!" He had chosen or the weakness for him.
It seemed to the two that they were treading the paths of a larger design than they could imagine; and Skag was sure it was only the dullness of his faculty and the slowness of his taking, not Carlin's resources of magic, that limited the joy. Ian Deal took up his quarters across the river with the cavalry. He did not come to the bungalow. "He has always been strange," Carlin said.
A solitary figure, standing apart from the others, hurried forward to meet the girl as she walked up the gangway. "Hello, Jack. What's the trouble?" McCoy nodded in the direction of the silent fishermen. "Trouble enough," he whispered. "I'm mighty glad you've come, Dick. There's a strike on. Carlin's got them all riled up and there's hell to pay." A strike at this of all times!
Before they had quite reached us, however, our telling fire made them recoil, and as they fell back, I directed an advance of my whole division, bringing up my reserve regiments to occupy the crest of the hills; Colonel William P. Carlin's brigade of Mitchell's division meanwhile moving forward on my right to cover that flank.
My mare had gone splendidly for the first hour, but by the time we passed the cairn on the Carter she had lost a shoe, and in addition had sustained a bad 'over-reach, so I was fain to pull up and dismount, while I watched the Master and whip, and one other intrepid horseman, struggling gamely on towards Carlin's Tooth on the Scottish side of the Border after the tail of the vanished hounds.
"Then one of Carlin's children can go; they'd be glad enough of the sixpence," said Mrs. Morel. This sixpence was Paul's only income. It mostly went in buying birthday presents; but it WAS an income, and he treasured it. But "They can have it, then!" he said. "I don't want it." "Oh, very well," said his mother. "But you needn't bully ME about it."
On the lawn path in that strange lovely wash of light he stood, as the sun sank and the afterglow mounted. This was always Carlin's hour to him the magic moment of the afterglow. In such an hour in the outer paths of the tree jungle, they had spoken life to life. "Malcolm M'Cord is that you, Malcolm?" Her voice was from the playhouse. It was steady but startling. Something cold in it very weary.
After the first attack on Carlin's division, I doubt if the fighting was as desperate as described by him, p. 385, et seq. I was close up with the Fifteenth Corps, on the 20th and 21st, considered the fighting as mere skirmishing, and know that my orders were to avoid a general battle, till we could be sure of Goldsboro', and of opening up a new base of supply.
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