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It sang a song of defiance that even the mournful chant of sheep on the distant slopes failed to subdue. The crowing of a belated and no doubt mortified rooster, the barking of faraway dogs, the sighing of journeying winds, the lugubrious whistle of Mr. Clarence Dillingford, all of these added something to the dreariness of the morning. Mr.
Barnes unclasped the rigid fingers of the man called Andrew Paul, and, shaking his head sadly, drew her away from the improvised bier. He and the shivering Mr. Dillingford conducted her to the dining-room, where a single kerosene lamp gave out a feeble, rather ghastly light.
"You are not obliged to do this sort of work, Dillingford," he said. "It would give me pleasure to stake " "Nix," said Mr. Dillingford cheerily. "Some other time I may need help more than I do now. I'm getting three square meals and plenty of fresh air to sleep in at present, and work doesn't hurt me physically. It DOES hurt my pride, but that's soon mended.
Rushcroft and Miss Thackeray awaiting him in the office, but the Messrs. Dillingford and Bacon as well. Putnam Jones, gloomy and preoccupied behind the counter, allowed his eyes to brighten a little as the latest guest of the house approached the group. "I've given all of 'em an hour or two off," he said genially. "Do what you like to 'em." Rushcroft expanded.
He still had an hour and a half to wait before he could call up O'Dowd. He strolled across the lot and joined the perspiring comedian. "You seem to have a personal grudge against that carpet," he said, moving back a few yards as Dillingford laid on so manfully that the dust arose in clouds. "Every time I land I say: 'Take that, darn you! And it pleases me to imagine that with every crack Mr.
Or would you prefer a little appetiser beforehand? The tap-room is right on the way. You mustn't call it the bar. Everybody in that little graveyard down the road would turn over completely if you did. Hallowed tradition, you know." "I don't mind having a cocktail. Will you join me?" "As a matter of fact, I'm expected to," confessed Mr. Dillingford.
"Give me that lantern," said Barnes, and snatched the article out of the unresisting hand. "Show me the way to Miss Thackeray's room, Dillingford. No time for explanations. This lady is a friend of mine." "Well, for the love of " "I will take you to Miss Thackeray's room," said Barnes, leading her swiftly through the narrow passage.
At a word from Putnam Jones, they opened up and allowed Barnes to advance to the side of the man. "See if you c'n understand him, Mr. Barnes," said the landlord. Perspiration was dripping from his long, raw-boned face. "And you, Bacon, you and Dillingford hustle upstairs and get a mattress off'n one of the beds. Stand at the door there, Pike, and don't let any women in here.
As he was pulling on his heavy walking shoes, a head was inserted through the half open door, and an excited voice called out: "You awake? Good work! Hustle along, will you? No more sleep to-night, old chap. Man dying downstairs. Shot smack through the lungs. Get a move " "Shot?" exclaimed Barnes. "So they say," replied the agitated Mr. Dillingford, entering the room.
Up to the point when he actually passed through the window Sprouse could have justified himself by shooting the would-be rescuer. Up to that point, Barnes was of inestimable value to him; after that, well, he had proved that he was capable of taking care of himself. Mr. Dillingford came and pronounced sentence.
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