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I thought 'ee might ha' turned back by the grass road, p'raps, without my seein' 'im, so I went that way, and there was nothin' until a little way up the road there was blood again" the old man's voice dropped "every couple o' yards or so a drop or two here an' a drop or two there just as they tracked old Watson by it, up the hill, and into yon wood where Dempsey set on him."
But of course I always knew that it or something like it would come out. Your puritanical airs never deceived me for a moment." "I suppose you are talking of John Dempsey?" The scorn in her voice enraged him. "I know nothing about John Dempsey. Of course I can track the man who told me, if I want to with the greatest ease. He was coming here to call. He saw either you or your partner.
And as each evening came without him she sighed and thought, "Perhaps to-morrow." Since the tragic death of Professor Dempsey they felt that they need no longer fear the woods, although they never ventured near the river or the falls without a heartache and the fervent wish that they might have reached the poor demented man with the glad news of his sons' safety in time to avert the tragedy.
Like the Little Captain, they had felt almost sure of the identity of the two Dempsey boys who had been killed in France, yet the confirmation of their fears came as a distinct shock. They waited for a couple of days, undecided what to do, if indeed it was their place to do anything at all.
What they felt was sheer animal panic and they wanted to run away anywhere just so they put distance enough between them and that figure on the bank. "Sit still," Betty commanded them, recovering her presence of mind. "That is Professor Dempsey up there, and if we make any sudden sound we are sure of frightening him away." "But he was killed we saw it," moaned Amy. "That must be his g-ghost."
"No, but I want to see one of the ladies about something. There's two of them running the farm. But Miss Henderson's the boss." Cautiously, with assumed indifference, Delane began to ask questions. He discovered that his companion's name was Dempsey; and before many minutes had passed the murderer's grandson was in the full swing of his story.
"'Tis thrue," admitted Mrs. Dempsey, "that he seems to be a sort iv a Dago, and too coolchured in his spache for a rale gentleman. But ye may be misjudgin' him. Ye should niver suspect any wan of bein' of noble descint that pays cash and pathronizes the laundry rig'lar." "He's the same thricks of spakin' and blarneyin' wid his hands," sighed Katy, "as the Frinch nobleman at Mrs.
"We all took different directions, too," said Roy, taking a seat on the couch again and staring fascinatedly at the window. "If all the rest of you hadn't seen it too, I should certainly think I had been mistaken." "You weren't mistaken," Mollie assured him grimly. "I can vouch for that." "Didn't one of you girls call out something about Professor Dempsey?" asked Frank, abruptly.
When they had to return to Deepdale the boys took Professor Dempsey with them and Frank saw to it that the old man was made comfortable until his wounded sons returned to him. Both of the hurt soldiers were recovering, and the reunion of father and sons was most affecting. "Now for a final swim below the falls!" cried Mollie one day, when the outing was coming to an end.
Frank had Flo Dempsey on his arm, and seemed to be unusually merry. To tell the truth, though, considerable of this was assumed. He happened to know that just back of them, Minnie Cuthbert and her new friend, Dottie Warren, were walking, and undoubtedly they could hear much that was being said. That night, when alone in his room, Frank seemed to lose much of his merry demeanor.
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