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Conklin seemed as helplessly indifferent as usual; Loo was complacently careless; but Bancroft, having had time for reflection, felt sure that all this was Western-presumption; General Custer could not accept defeat so easily. At the "corner" he found a couple of hundred youths and men assembled. They were all armed, but the general opinion was that Custer would do nothing.
When winter set in, Steve's class increased in numbers until in January he was conducting the natatory education of more than two dozen fellows. It was Mr. Conklin who arranged for an exhibition the latter part of the winter and Steve was very proud of his pupils' work on that occasion. It was held one Saturday afternoon and everyone attended, including even "Josh," more formally known as Mr.
"Hum," grunted the Elder, and left the stoop, going towards the outhouses. Bancroft turned into the parlour, where he found Mrs. Conklin. She seemed to be irritated, and not at all anxious, as he had expected: "Did you see the Elder?" "Yes," he replied. "He went to the barn. I thought of accompanying him, but was afraid he wouldn't like it." "I guess he's worrying about that corn," Mrs.
At this moment down from the bluff and over the wooden bridge came clattering a crowd of armed farmers, the younger ones whirling their rifles or revolvers as they rode. Foremost among them were Morris and Seth Stevens, and between these two young Jake Conklin on Jack. As they reached the corner of the fence the crowd pulled up and Morris cried out: "Elder, we're on time, I reckon."
Conklin the express agent, for secretary. Then a committee on constitution and by-laws was appointed, and the company adjourned to meet in the Commercial Club rooms the next Wednesday night. But where was Dick? Unnoticed by the audience while their attention was diverted toward Mr. Lindsley, he had slipped from the rear of the stage and had made his way by the back stairs to the street.
Along the fence, as you go up the hill, you marvel at the scarlet berries in the hedge, gleaming through the glassy ribs of the bushes. The old willow tree by the Conklin gate is etched against the sky like a Japanese drawing it has a curious greenish colour beneath that gray sky. There is some mystery in all this.
"That's it, sir," replied the lawyer seriously; "it's chiefly a matter of practice added to gift natural gift," but here Barkman's conceit died out as he caught an uneasy, impatient movement of Miss Conklin, and he went on quietly with the knowledge of life and the adaptability gained by long experience: "But anyway, I'm glad you agree with me, for Miss Conklin may take your advice after rejectin' mine."
"Why did you ask Jessie Stevens to go with you to the house-warmin'?" was the girl's retort. "I certainly didn't ask her," he replied hotly. "You must know I didn't." "Then Seth lied!" exclaimed Miss Conklin. "But I guess he'll not try that again with me Seth Stevens I mean.
I was afraid of offending you." "Offendin' me? Well, I guess not! Every girl expects to be kissed when she goes out with a man." "Let's make up for it now, Loo. May I call you Loo?" While speaking he slipped his arm round her waist, and kissed her again and again. "That's my name. But there! I guess you've made up enough already." And Miss Conklin disengaged herself.
McNamara sat propped against a rock, a clumsy, dirty bandage around his thigh; Isaacs lay prone, a stained rag twisted tightly around his shoulder; Lovel sat with his legs crossed, staring stupidly down to the steady drip of blood from his left forearm. But Ufert, Kilrain, Conklin, and Nash maintained the fight; and Drew wondered what casualties lay on the other side.
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