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"Come out on the veranda," suggested Cavanagh, "and I'll show you the hills I must climb." Lee accepted innocently; but as the young people left the room Mrs. Enderby looked at her hostess with significant glance. "There's the lady Ross rode down to meet. Who is she?" "Her mother is that dreadful old creature that keeps the Wetherford Hotel in Roaring Fork." "No!" exclaimed Mrs. Enderby.
It is not likely that any one will now see the game of fives played in its perfection for many years to come for Cavanagh is dead, and has not left his peer behind him.
That some understanding subsisted between young Cavanagh for he was Gerald's son and Dora might have been evident to a close observer; but in truth there was at that moment no such thing as a close observer among them, every eye being fixed with impatience and curiosity upon Tom M'Mahon, who had now most of the conversation to himself, little else being left to the share of his auditors than the interjectional phrases and exclamations of wonder at his extraordinary account of Dublin.
He then paused for a few minutes, but appeared to take a comprehensive view of the surrounding country. "But, grandfather," proceeded simple-hearted Shibby, "sure the match between Bryan and Kathleen Cavanagh is broken up, an' they're not to be married at all." "Don't I say, darlin', that they will be married, an' be happy ay, an' may God make them happy! as He will, blessed be His holy name!
Young as he was, he was at least a reed to cling to in case the grisly terror seized upon the ranger. "Mr. Redfield, can't you send a real doctor? It seems so horrible to be left here without instructions." The Forester, before going, again besought Cavanagh not to abandon his work in the Forestry Service, and intimated that at the proper time advancement would be offered him.
Once the old man looked up with wide, dark, unseeing eyes and murmured, "I don't seem to know you." "I'm a friend my name is Cavanagh." "I can't place you," he sadly admitted. "I feel pretty bad. If I ever get out of this place I'm going back to the Fork; I'll get a gold-mine, then I'll go back and make up for what Lize has gone through. I'm afraid to go back now."
Hycy, to his utter amazement, read as follows: "My Dear Miss Cavanagh: "Will you permit little Cupid, the god of Love, to enrol the name of Hycy Burke on the long list of your adorers? And if you could corrupt the little stone-blind divinity to blot out every name on it but my own, I should think that a very handsome anticipation of the joys of Paradise could be realized by that delightful fact.
Debts, taxes, "domestic treason, foreign levy, nothing can touch him further." He has no other wish, no other thought, from the moment the game begins, but that of striking the ball, of placing it, of making it! This Cavanagh was sure to do. Whenever he touched the ball there was an end of the chase. His eye was certain, his hand fatal, his presence of mind complete.
Cavanagh, here" he nodded in my direction "saw Hassan himself lurking in the neighbourhood. We took every precaution, observed the greatest secrecy; but in spite of it all a constable who touched the accursed thing lost his right hand. Then the slipper was taken." He stopped, and all eyes again were turned to the table.
"They haven't overlooked him this time, Mr. Cavanagh," he said. "Acepulos has been found dead in his room, nearly decapitated!" I shuddered involuntarily. Even there, amid the chatter and laughter of those light-hearted tourists, the shadow of Hassan of Aleppo was falling upon me.
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