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There is always, however, a kind of vagabond consolation in a man's having nothing in this world to lose; with this Dolph comforted his heart, and determined to make the most of the present enjoyment. In the second day of the voyage they came to the highlands. It was the latter part of a calm, sultry day, that they floated gently with the tide between these stern mountains.
The next night, therefore, Dolph took up his quarters for the third time in the old mansion. Whether dream or not, the same thing was repeated. Towards midnight, when every thing was still, the same sound echoed through the empty halls tramp tramp tramp!
It led to a well, situated in a little hollow, which had supplied the farm with water. Just at this well, Dolph lost sight of him. He rubbed his eyes, and looked again; but nothing was to be seen of the unknown. He reached the well, but nobody was there. All the surrounding ground was open and clear; there was no bush nor hiding-place.
"Beaten, perhaps, but not punished enough," retorted Tom. As Dolph would no longer stand up, Reade threw himself upon the fellow and pummelled him fearfully. "This is no fair fight," protested Gage, now fairly sobbing in his pain and terror, for good-humored Reade seemed to him now to be the impersonation of destroying, fury. "Fair fight?" echoed Reade. "Of course it isn't. This is a chastisement.
There was an instant's hush about the table. Olive, in the lee of the clerical elbow and with young Dolph Dennison by her side, was palpably in danger of hysterics. The others, all but Brenton, were well enough accustomed to the doctor to await the finish of the interview with no small degree of interest.
He'll catch you, and keep you here for ever and ever." "We'll try, all the same." Tilda shut her teeth and held out a hand or rather, was beginning to extend it when a sound arrested her. It came from the door of the glass-house, and as she glanced towards it her heart leapt and stood still. "'Dolph!"
I don't know what all they was sayin, fer he talked mighty low, an' Ike called me to take a hand in the game over tother side the room, so I didn't know no more till I see him an' Cherry beatin' it out the side door, an' Dolphin standin' over acrost by the desk lampin' 'em with his ugly look, an' pretty quick, Dolph he slid out the other door an' was gone quite some time.
"Rot!" Dolph remarked cheerily. "What you need, Opdyke, is to forego thoughts of dying, and get busy." "What about?" Reed asked a little bitterly. "My present environment isn't particularly fitted for the strenuous life." Dolph shut his two hands, side by side, around his ankle. When he spoke, though, his voice was unconcerned. "Not unless you take your profession into bed with you," he remarked.
A closet, the doors of which were taken off, contained three whole shelves of books, and some, too, of mighty folio dimensions a collection, the like of which Dolph had never before beheld.
Then at last, he spoke, whimsically as far as his mere wording went, but in a voice which Dolph found scarcely recognizable. "Dennison," he said slowly; "for a man who aims to be considered a genius by reason of the chronic mismatching of his socks and ties, and by his discordant metaphors, you once in a while do have an inspiration. Thanks. And now, would you mind it, if I asked you to go home?
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