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But the giant sprang up again and reached the shore, only to fall to Van Cortlandt's second barrel. Yet the stop was momentary; he rose and dashed into the cover. Quonab turned the canoe at once and made for the land. A great sob came from the bushes, then others at intervals. Quonab showed his teeth and pointed.
Cortlandt's vivid tale of an execution she had once beheld in the court-yard of Chiriqui prison; and suddenly he decided to cable for Darwin K. Anthony the one man who was strong enough to save him.
Before the girls or I could exchange halloes with Phil, we were all startled to hear Ned call out to him, in a tone even more imperious than the words: "Here, you, come and take my skates, and carry them in, and tell mother I've stopped at Jack Van Cortlandt's house a minute." And he stood waiting for Phil to do his bidding.
Cortlandt's a nice fellow but Did you really think that she'd let you start at the bottom?" "Why, yes." "I guess you don't know her." "You're right; I do not." "Well, she knows everybody and everything in this country. She's the whole diplomatic service. Take the Colombian trouble, for instance " "What trouble?" "When Panama seceded.
To his unspeakable indignation, the officer who had discovered Cortlandt's body swore that he had seen the deceased pass him shortly before the time of his death, evidently taking a walk along the water's edge for relief from the heat, and that immediately afterward perhaps a minute or so the prisoner had also passed, going in the same direction!
Through the tobacco smoke drifting in level bands, the crystal chandeliers in Cortlandt's house glimmered murkily; the cigar haze even stretched away into the farther room, where, under brilliantly lighted side brackets, a young girl sat playing at the piano, a glass of champagne, gone flat, at her dimpled elbow.
I doubt if you will ever hear anything more of the matter, provided you keep from further trouble. He'll never forgive you, of course, but that won't matter to you." The first part of Mr. Cortlandt's prediction was soon proved true, for the sick alcalde recovered sufficiently to appear on the scene within half an hour.
"What are some of the other leading families?" Kirk artfully inquired. "There are a number. The Martinezes, the Moras, the Garavels I couldn't name them all. They are very fine people, too." "Do you know the Chiquitas?" Cortlandt's face relaxed in an involuntary smile. "There is no such family. Who has been teaching you Spanish?" "Really, isn't there?"
"They bolted when we got down to take a drink, and we were getting ready for a long walk. Thanks, awfully." "No trouble at all. I saw them as they came out on the main road." Cortlandt's pigskin saddle creaked as he bent forward to deliver the reins. He was as cool and immaculate as ever. He met Edith's eyes without the slightest expression. "Nice afternoon for a ride."
Seeing that at last he had found a friend, the Jamaican began to sob with relief, wailing extravagant praises to God and apparently endeavoring to kiss Mrs. Cortlandt's hand, whereat she seized him by the shoulders and shook him, crying: "Stop that! Behave yourself and tell me what is the trouble, quickly now, from the beginning."
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