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"And very speedy death," added the colonel. "Witness what happened to poor little Chet. The watch was wound up I wound it myself as a matter of fact, though I did not dream that the time mechanism had anything to do with the poisoned needle. Then the dog, playing with it, as he would with a bone, bit on the rim, just at the time when the needle was set to operate.
That's so, I presume," admitted Lance. "But we have gone so far now," said Laura complacently, "that I don't think even Bobby will be refused permission to join in the festivities and Bobby is a splendid little skater, Lance." "Bobby is all right," agreed the youth. "But here comes old Chet and his face is as long as the moral law.
"I came up yesterday," admitted John. "My name's Timson," said Chet. "Happy to meet you," said John, rising and putting out his hand. "My name is Lenox," and they shook hands that is, John grasped the ends of four limp fingers. After they had subsided into their seats, Chet's opaquely bluish eyes made another tour of inspection, in curiosity and wonder.
Belding was not unmindful of his son's anxiety regarding the odd bank-note that Chet had taken over the counter in the jewelry store. Besides, Laura sat herself upon the arm of his big Morris chair after dinner that Monday evening, and said: "You know, dear Pa, Chet is a pretty good boy. And fifty dollars is much more money than he can afford to lose all in one bunch."
"I've counted these bills and they are just exactly right by those figures you have set down there." "You turned them from left to right as you counted, Lance," cried Laura. "Sure! I counted the face of each bill," was the answer. "Now count them the other way!" exclaimed Laura in despair. Her friends gathered around while Laura did this. Even Chet gave some attention to his sister's trouble now.
"And me." "And me." Ferd and Teddy spoke almost in the same breath. "No, I want you all to go up and get into bed," said Mrs. Gilligan decidedly. "If I see anything," she added, with a grim smile, "anything that looks like a ghost that is, I'll call you." "That's a promise," said Chet, looking back over his shoulder as he reluctantly followed the others upstairs.
They all worked like Trojans, the only difference between baby Maggot and the others being, that, while they did as much work as in them lay, he undid as much as possible; was in every one's way; fell over and into everything, including the sea, and, generally, fulfilled his mission of mischief-maker with credit. The chet was there too!
He stared through the window of his helmet while the light grew and expanded into nebulous, cloudy glowing that faded and was gone. Again it came and died; and a third time. And then Chet Bullard swore loudly and harshly within the silence of his own metal sheath, while he cursed his own dullness that had kept him from instant comprehension. That light was far away, but, "Keep moving!"
"You heard it, too?" asked Chet, beginning to be interested again. "I certainly did," said Mrs. Gilligan, with a grimness that left no room for doubt. "And I'm not given to imagining things, either." "Well, I move we look around a bit," suggested Ferd, who was always eager for action. "The ghost may have retreated to the dining-room or something " "No, siree!" said Violet decidedly.
"Because you want to, or because Chet Pelton makes you?" "Mr. Pelton never interferes with his employees' political convictions," the clerk replied loyally. Saying nothing, the customer took the bottle, swung it by the neck, and smashed it over the clerk's head, knocking him senseless. "That's all that rotgut's good for," the customer said, jumping over the counter.
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