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"You and Charlie'll go now," ses Dixon, taking out some money. "The old man can stay on for a month to give 'im time to look round. Don't look at me that way, else I'll knock your 'ead off." He started counting out Bob's money just as old Burge and Mrs. Dixon, hearing all quiet, came in out of the kitchen.
Charlie'll pump water and we'll wash all nice and clean and go in to Mother." Water from the watering trough in the barn-yard soon effaced the traces of tears and a happy trio entered the big yard near the house. An older boy and Katie Landis came running to meet them. "Oh, Amanda," said Katie, "did you come once! Just at a good time, too!
I was saying it to myself. Why not go out West? Join Charlie. Put all your money into his ranch. Turn it into a swell affair, and run it together. That way it'll seem as if you were doing it for yourself. That way Charlie'll never know you're handing him a fortune. Can you beat it?" he finished up triumphantly.
The child cried fretfully and, still stepping about the room, she began to sing, as if to distract it, though she knew she was making the sounds of life about Tenney to draw him forth from the dark cavern where his spirit had taken refuge. But he did not look up, and presently she spoke to him: "Ain't you goin' to unharness? I'm 'most afraid Charlie'll be cold."
"You and Charlie'll go now," ses Dixon, taking out some money. "The old man can stay on for a month to give 'im time to look round. Don't look at me that way, else I'll knock your 'ead off." He started counting out Bob's money just as old Burge and Mrs. Dixon, hearing all quiet, came in out of the kitchen.
"That's where I'll go," he said, nodding, "when this waiting is over straight back to Liberty Land and the bright lights. The rest of the family can stay here till they die, if they want to and I suppose they do I'm going home as soon as I've got my money. Old Charlie'll manage all that for me. He'll get a lawyer to look after it, and I won't have to see anybody in the family at all.
Billy Louise was talking aimlessly to keep her thoughts away from the pitifulness of the sordid little tragedy in this beauty-spot and to drive that blank, apathetic look from Marthy's hard eyes. "Charlie Fox, his name is. I hope he turns out a good worker. I've never had a chance to git ahead any; but if Charlie'll jest take holt, I'll mebby git some comfort outa life yit."
"To-morrow afternoon at two," he said, briskly, "me and Charlie'll be there waiting." "Suppose old Wragg ain't out?" objected Mr. Gale, after ten minutes' explanation. "He's at the 'Lobster Pot' five days out of six at that time," was the reply; "if he ain't there tomorrow, it can't be helped." Mr.
Kent led the way to the window-seat. "You're a good old sport, Lyd," he said. "Charlie'll look out for you. I gotta get back to Olga." he returned to make peace with the pink organdy. She was very lovely and Kent was having his first flirtation.
"I want some water," hoarsely whispered Bub; "I dry." "Well, don't make any noise, and Charlie'll get you some." So, waiting till after nightfall, Charlie put his head cautiously out of the hole, and peered around.
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