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A quick warmth ran through her chilled limbs, and she lifted her hands to him. "Oh, Jim, I'm so glad you came!" "Keep away I'm all snow," he warningly called, as he threw off his cap and buffalo coat. "Now come to me," he said, and took her in his arms. "How are you, sweetheart? I can't kiss you my mustache is all ice. Where's Burke?" "Gone to Craig's."
Margaret was three generations away from self-reliance. Craig's speech sounded like a deliberate insult, deliberate attempt to precipitate a quarrel, an estrangement. There had been nothing in her training to prepare her for such a rude, courage- testing event as that. "Do you remember it was the day we married the talk we had about my relatives?"
The darkness about us seemed intensified by the high, overhanging bank of rock at our left; on the other side, and but dimly revealed against the sky-line, I could perceive Craig's gaunt figure as he leaned far over the high pommel of his cavalry saddle, his short carbine well advanced, his trained eyes seeking vainly to pierce the mystery in our front.
From that point he was in direct communication with Wilson, whose original instructions from me carried him only as far as Parker's Store, but it being found, during the night of the 4th, that the enemy was apparently unacquainted with the occurrences of the day, Meade directed Wilson to advance in the direction of Craig's Meeting House; leaving one regiment to hold Parker's Store.
If you do so, there is no quarrel between us. I merely ask you to take it back." He halted expectant; but there was no answer, Craig's lips were twitching uncontrollably, but he did not speak. Just perceptibly the Indian shifted forward in his seat, just perceptibly the long brown fingers tightened on his pony's mane. "Will you not take it back?" he asked. Once more the white man's lip twitched.
Thomas Crofton's deepest chest tones. "Hear, hear!" Dr. Jefferson Craig's shout drowned out Mrs. Crofton's groan. "O Ches I'll come and keep house for you part of the year, anyhow!" This was dainty Rosalie, her silk-stockinged ankles swinging wildly, as she sat upon the porch rail.
'An' that's thrue for yez, sor; an' I'll see that your byes don't get any more than they ask for, replied Slavin, backing away. 'And I hope that won't be much, put in Mr. Craig; but Slavin only grinned. When we came to Craig's shack Graeme was glad to rest in the big chair.
"I WILL NOT think of him again," she had said to herself. But Joshua Craig's was not the sort of personality that can be banished by an edict of will. She could think angrily of him, or disdainfully, or coldly, or pityingly but think she must. And think she did. She told herself she despised him; and there came no echoing protest or denial from anywhere within her.
There were Carroll and Williams who had come for us with an automobile to go over to watch at the wharf in Brooklyn for our man. It was Carroll who spoke. The strain of the suspense was telling on him and I could readily imagine that he, like so many others who had never seen Kennedy in action, had not the faith in Craig's ability which I had seen tested so many times.
But I did notice that the little star, with her pert, upturned face, seemed more anxious to have Kennedy go along than she was to meet the mysterious individual mentioned without name by Manton. For an instant she was on the point of addressing him, flippantly, no doubt. Then, I think she was rather awed at Craig's reputation.
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