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When he had placed one of the chairs against the unprotected door at an angle which would prevent any easy or noiseless intrusion, Demorest threw himself on his bunk without undressing, and turned his face towards the single window of the cabin that looked towards the east. He did not apprehend another covert attempt against the gold.
Nevertheless, his curiosity got the better of his ill humor, and as the coach at last pulled up at the cross-road for Demorest to descend he smiled affably at his departing companion. "You allowed just now that you'd bin five years away. Whar mout ye have bin?" "In Europe," said Demorest pleasantly. "I reckoned ez much," returned his interrogator, smiling significantly at the other passengers.
You know there's a branch from the Divide Railroad goes there straight to the hotel at Hymettus." "Where?" said Demorest, with a puzzled smile. "Hymettus. That's the fancy name they've given to the watering-place on the slope. But I reckon you're a stranger here?" "For five years," said Demorest. "I fancy I've heard of the railroad, although I prefer to go to Heavy Tree this way.
There was no corner or projection to break the force of the wind that swept its smooth glacial surface; there was no indication of light or warmth behind its six closed windows. "There seems to be nobody at home," said Demorest, briefly. "Come along with me to the hotel." "Joan sits in the back parlor, Sundays," explained the husband.
"Shall I drive round to the barn and leave the horse and buggy there while you go in?" continued Demorest, good-humoredly, pointing to the stable gate at the side. "No, thank you," returned Blandford, "it's locked, and I'll have to open it from the other side after I go in. The horse will stand until then.
"I know all the ranch proprietors for twenty leagues around, and they've lost as many cattle and horses as I have." "I wanter know," said Ezekiel, with grim interest. "Then you've already had consid'ble losses, eh? I kalkilate them cattle are vally'ble about wot figger do you reckon yer out and injured?" "Three or four thousand dollars, I suppose, altogether," replied Demorest, shortly.
"Let's talk a little business. That other stuff will keep." "By all means," said Demorest, with a smile, settling down into his chair a little wearily, however. "I forgot business. And I forgot, my dear Jim, to congratulate you. I've heard all about you, even in New York. You're the man who, according to everybody, now holds the finances of the Pacific Slope in his hands.
Breathless but laughing, he at length gasped out, "What does it all mean?" "Tell him everything, Jim, EVERYTHING," said Demorest quickly. Stacy briefly related the story of the forgery, and then laid the letter and its copy before him. But Barker only read the forgery. "How could YOU, Stacy one of the three partners of Heavy Tree be deceived!
In view of all this she answered: "Yes, to dinner. Please, please come." "What IS the matter?" "I'll tell you later." Miss Demorest yielded, not without some regret. "I was going to cook the supper myself, and I'm all done up like a sore foot; but I'll remove the bandages. I suppose you know the potatoes are peeled and the salad will spoil unless I bring it?" "Then bring it, and hurry."
She threw her fingers in the air as if to illustrate the volatile and transitory passage of her affections, and then turned again to Joan with her back towards Demorest. "Do please go on Dona Rosita," said he, "I never heard the real story. If there is any romance about my house, I'd like to know it," he added with a faint sigh. Dona Rosita wheeled upon him with an inquiring little look.
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