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The claimant boy laid such insistent hands on the puppy, and Eddy so resisted, that the little animal yelped loudly. Carroll stepped up. His lips were ashy. This last idiotic episode was unnerving him more than all that had gone before. "Give that boy his dog," he commanded Eddy, sternly. Eddy clung more tightly to the little dog, and began to whimper. "But, papa " "Do as I tell you."
At first Ned, when taxed with his guilt, denied it, but when Mr. Carroll confronted him with the proofs, he broke down in a spasm of terror and confessed all. His mother produced the pocketbook and the money they had not dared to spend a single cent of it and Mr. Carroll went home in triumph.
"It's not needed; they're sterling metal." "That's my own idea." Carroll moved away and Vane strolled out onto the veranda, where Horsfield joined him a few minutes later. "I don't know whether it's a very suitable time to mention it; but may I ask whether you are any nearer a decision about that smelter? Candidly, I'd like the contract." "I am not," Vane answered.
"Well, it's blackmail, anyway." "What, blackmail a man like Allen? Huh! He's fair game, if there ever was any. But it won't work with him, that's what I'm afraid of. He's too cunning to be taken in by it, he is. He had good legal advice before he came here, or he wouldn't have come." Carroll was pacing up and down the terrace. He stopped and spoke over his shoulder.
We can never live it out here." His eyes ranged over the dim outline of Wade stretched across the saddle, powdered with snow, rested an instant upon Carroll who had sunk back upon the ground, nursing his injured limb, and then sought the face of Wasson. "What the hell can we do?" "Go on; thet's all of it; go on till we drop, lad.
"Nobody knows how sure I am of it, and nobody knows how I have looked forward to this for years," said the other, fervently. "I could not wish anything better for my girl," said Carroll, gently and soberly. "What about the matter of the ceremony?" asked Arms, returning to the first subject.
She was in reality, in her own way, as much in love with the girl as her son. Carroll, in the ensuing weeks, living alone with Charlotte, endured a species of mental and spiritual torture which might have been compared with the rack and wheel of the Inquisition.
Carroll sat leaning against the golden harp, her shining head with the soft shadows bent until it almost touched the strings. Her hands were straying idly over accustomed chords and rich modulations, the plaintive half-music of reverie. A soft light fell on her slender figure; half revealed the oval of her cheek and the sweep of her lashes. Orde crept to her unheard.
Then Lee followed up his remark, which had in a measure reassured him. "Got a cigar handy, captain?" said he. "I came off without one in my pocket." Carroll took out his cigar-case and extended it to Lee, who took a cigar, bit the end off, and scratched a match. Carroll handed the case mechanically to the postmaster and Drake, who were near.
Of course, I know you didn't forget, really; but the chances are that you were interested talking, and absolutely failed to remember that poor boy." "What poor boy?" "Roland Warren." Carroll with difficulty concealed a smile. "I see! And now that I've remembered him again, suppose you tell me what you know about him and the case?" "It's principally about what I read in the papers this morning.
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