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I was beginning to understand, and to be more alarmed than ever. "What are you doing here in Denboro?" I demanded. Captain Jed answered for him. "He's here because I telegraphed for him yesterday," he said. "I wired him to come straight home and take charge of the bank. I had fired you, like the dumb fool I was, and I wanted him to take command. He got here on the mornin' train."
The following morning, at nine o'clock, Issy McKay sat upon the heap of rusty chain cable outside the blacksmith's shop at Denboro, reading, as usual, a love story. Issy was taking a "day off."
'Tain't possible I'm mistook!" "It scarcely seems possible, I admit. But I'm afraid it is true." I heard the club fall with a clatter. "My godfreys! Do you mean to say ? From Denboro? Out of gasolene! Why why, you've got sail up!" "Nothing but a tarpaulin on an oar." "And you've been cruisin' all night? Through the fog the squall and all?" "Yes," wearily, "yes yes yes."
'I've got some stock in the railroad and that'll give me a pass fur's Fall River. And we can take a lunch to eat on the boat. And a stateroom's a dollar; that's fifty cents apiece. And my daughter's goin' to Denboro on a visit next week, so I'd have to pay board if I stayed to home. Come on, Barzilla! don't be so tight with your money.
The rake was broken and he had put in at Denboro to have it fixed. While the blacksmith was busy, Issy laboriously spelled out the harrowing chapters of "Vivian, the Shop Girl; or Lord Lyndhurst's Lowly Love." A grinning, freckled face peered cautiously around the corner of the blacksmith's front fence.
It rolled across the water as swiftly as the smoke clouds roll from a freshly lighted bonfire. It blotted Denboro from sight and moved across the bay; the long stretch of beach disappeared; the Crow Point light and Ben Small's freshly whitewashed dwellings and outbuildings were obliterated.
The book I had chosen was one belonging to the Denboro Ladies' Library; Miss Almena Doane, the librarian, had recommended it highly, as a "real interesting story, with lots of uplifting thoughts in it." The thoughts might be uplifting to Almena, but they did not elevate my spirits.
Bangs he give me this letter to leave to the telegraph office, Miss Martha." "The telegraph office isn't open on Sundays, Primmie." "No'm, I know 'tain't. But Ras Beebe he takes care of all the telegraphs there is and telephones 'em over to Denboro, where the telegraph place IS open Sundays." "Oh, all right, Primmie, you may go. Is Mr. Bangs in?" "No'm, he ain't. He's gone out somewheres.
I slowed down the engine and, with an impatient growl, bent over the little binnacle to look at the compass and get my bearings before pointing the Comfort's nose in the direction of Denboro. Then my growl changed to an exclamation of disgust. The compass was not there. I knew where it was.
How can Denboro stand up against a millionaire? I tell you, Ros, it's money counts in this world, and it pays to stand in with them that's got it. I'm goin' to stand in with Mr. Colton. But I'll pretend to stand in with Dean just as much. I can help a whole lot. Why, I shouldn't wonder if, between us, we could get er er I don't know how much, for that land. What do you say?" I smiled.
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