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Some who were more reckless than discreet liked to irritate him. That, too, was a rider's weakness. "When's Creech's hosses comin' over?" asked Colson, with sudden interest. "Wal, I reckon soon," replied Bostil, constrainedly, and he turned away. By the time he got home all the excitement of the past hour had left him and gloom again abided in his mind.
Norton if she could spare us a ticket." "No, send the girl as a paying guest. I don't grudge any reasonable expense. Or again there's Mrs. Creech's daughter-in-law, over at S'thaampton Water." "Oh, there's half a dozen people I could think of " "All right," he said; "but I want it done now, straight away. And look here, Mav. Take this thing off my shoulders, and don't let me be bothered.
She assured herself of that, then ran to quiet the plunging Sarch. He came down at once, and pushed his big nose almost into her face. She hugged his great, hot neck. He was quivering all over. Lucy heard the other horses pounding up; she recognized Two Face's high whinny, like a squeal; and in her delight she was about to run to them when Creech's harsh voice arrested her.
"Wal now, I reckon I could handle the boat an' fetch Creech's hosses over," said Holley. Bostil raised an impatient hand, as if to wave aside Holley's assumption. Then one of the other two men spoke up. Lucy had seen him before, but did not know his name. "Sure there ain't any need to rustle the job. The river hain't showed any signs of risin' yet.
It was a beautiful forest, with trees standing far apart, yet not so far but that their foliage intermingled. A dry fragrance, thick as a heavy perfume, blew into her face. She could not help but think of fire how it would race through here, and that recalled Joel Creech's horrible threat. Lucy shuddered and put away the memory. "I can't go any farther to-day," she said.
The fact that he reached twice for his gun and could not find it proved the breaking connection of nerve and sense. Creech jumped and grappled with Joel. There was a wrestling, strained struggle. Creech's hair stood up and his face had a kind of sick fury, and he continued to curse and command. They fought for the possession of the gun. But Joel seemed to have superhuman strength.
Which ever of these causes induced him, the event was melancholy, and not a little heightened by his being a clergyman, in whose heart religion should have taken deeper root, and maintained a more salutary influence, than to suffer him thus to stain his laurels with his own blood. Mr. Creech's works, besides his Lucretius already mentioned, are chiefly these, The 2d and 3d Eclogue of Virgil.
Before dawn he was up, warming his chilled body by violent movements, and forcing himself to eat. The rim of the west wall changed from gray to pink. A mocking-bird burst into song. A coyote sneaked away from the light of day. Out in the open Slone found the trail made by Creech's mustangs and by the horse of Cordts's man. The latter could not be very far ahead.
Linden, if you would like to read an hour or two after breakfast, child, take your hands out of your pockets, all the best English classics I believe, 'Telemachus, and Young's 'Night Thoughts, and 'Joseph Andrews, and the 'Spectator, and Pope's Iliad, and Creech's Lucretius; but you will look over them yourself! This is Liberty Hall, as well as Copperas Bower, Mr. Linden!"
He and two of his men had chanced upon Creech's trail; and perhaps their guess at its meaning was like Slone's. If they had not guessed they would soon learn. It magnified Slone's task a thousandfold. He had a moment of bitter, almost hopeless realization before a more desperate spirit awoke in him. He had only more men to kill that was all.
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