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Larkspur, while I go to my child." "Lord bless you, my lady," said Mr. Larkspur, cheerily, "there's no occasion to look very far. You have not forgotten the lady, she that lives so quiet, yet so stylish, near Richmond, and that Sir Reginald Eversleigh pays such attention to? You remember all I told you about her, and how I found out that she was Mr. Dale's aunt, and he know nothing about her?"
A swishing of brush, a step, a soft, padded footfall; a looming, dark figure, and a long, low gray shape, stealthily moving it was the last of these that made Wilson jump. "Wilson!" came Dale's subdued voice. "Heah. I've got her, Dale. Safe an sound," replied Wilson, stepping toward the tall form. And he put the drooping girl into Dale's arms. "Bo! Bo! You're all right?"
He had associated himself with a gang run by one Steve Barlow, commonly known as the Mole, and under this august patronage and protection had already more than one "job" of the first magnitude to his credit. The Pippin, in a word, was both an ugly and an unpleasant customer. Jimmie Dale's eyes continued to circuit the seedy dance hall.
He had run into Forrester there again once or twice on motor trips and once, held up by an accident to his car, he had dined with Forrester, and had spent an hour or two in the other's rooms. That was about all. Jimmie Dale's frown grew deeper.
"Thank you, sir," said the old man. Jimmie Dale went upstairs, opened the door of his own particular den on the right of the landing, stepped inside, closed the door, switched on the light and Jimmie Dale's debonair nonchalance dropped from him as a mask instantly and it was another Jimmie Dale the professional Jimmie Dale.
Jimmie Dale's eyes swept the interior of the room with a single, quick, comprehensive glance and then, narrowed, travelled from one to another of the faces of the four men who were gathered around the table. He knew them all.
All this changed for a few hours the current of Mrs Dale's thoughts: but in the evening she went back to the subject of her morning conversation, and before the three ladies went to bed, they held together an open council of war upon the subject.
Here we are safe and sound and all this grand camp trip.... Look at the cowboys.... LOOK! Oh, maybe this isn't great!" babbled Bo. Dale wheeled to see the girls peeping out. "It's time you're up!" he called. "Your uncle Al is here." For an instant after Helen sank back out of Dale's sight she sat there perfectly motionless, so struck was she by the singular tone of Dale's voice.
Hugh was left alone to think this over, when he had given his messages home, and got Dale's promise to come again as soon as he could obtain leave to do so. Both the boys were warned that this would not be till to-morrow, as Hugh had seen quite company enough for one day. Indeed, he slept so much, that night seemed to be soon come. Though Mr.
So he ran into the pantry, looked keenly at Dale, saw that, to all appearances, he was in the last stages of strangulation, and then went out again, to return to Mary. But before he left Dale he snatched the man's six-shooter from its sheath, for his own had been lost in the confusion of the rush of Dale's men for the door. Mary was sitting up on the lounge when Owen returned.
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