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Eben thought for a few minutes, and then he brought his right hand down upon his thigh with a resounding whack. "I've got it!" he exclaimed, much excited. "It's jist the thing." "What is it, lad?" "An idea, an' we kin work it, too. It'll be great fun." "Out with it, then." "S'pose we give Donaster a big scare. I know a dandy place back in the hills where we kin take him.
He must get them at a special disadvantage, and there was only one way in which this could, be accomplished. He thought of the cabin. "S'pose I have a woman on board, what of it?" he asked. "We want her; that's all." "Well, then, ye'll have to find her yerselves. Don't frighten her," and he motioned aft. "What! In the cabin?" Donaster was much excited now. Eben merely nodded, and stepped back.
He had not deserted his post of duty, and a thrill of pleasure swept over him at the thought that he had been true to his trust. Then his mind turned suddenly to Jess Randall. He wondered if she would ever hear of what he had done, and if she did, would she be proud of him? Donaster had finished his dinner, and was deep in an evening paper in the smoking-room of the Fundy Hotel.
It told of the thunder storm up river, of the breaking loose of the "Eb and Flo," the run to the city, and the noble action of Eben Tobin, who would not desert his post of duty. Donaster breathed more freely when he found that his own name was not mentioned.
It's only natural. I was young once meself." "Why d'ye ask me that, Gabe? What makes ye think I'm in love with her?" "From your actions, boy. And say, if you're in love with Jess Randall, then by the jumping moon, I'm going to help you to get her. I don't care a rap for Donaster or anyone else. I've known you ever since you were a kid, and I've a fancy for you, so there."
I don't know where she is." Eben suddenly remembered the stone he had hurled through the window. He realised that the less he said the better it would be. If he should commit himself in the least degree as to what he knew about Miss Randall, he was certain that Donaster would continue to bother him with no end of questions. "But surely you must know where she is," the man persisted.
"Ah, he'd tell you that. But just wait till I get hold of him. You didn't go about it the right way. He's in a class all by himself, Eben is." "And will you see him?" Donaster was all eagerness now. "But what about that money? I'm hard up. You can't do much without money these days. It makes people talk when nothing else will. How much can you spare?"
It took him but a second to reach the cabin door and tear it open. A bright flash showed him two white faces at the bottom of the stairs. "Hustle up here, an' give a hand," he ordered. "W-what's wrong?" Donaster asked, shaking with fear. "Never mind what's wrong. I ain't got time to explain. Git a move on." The men at once obeyed, scrambled up the steps, and tumbled on deck.
"Indeed I do not." "What do you know about love?" "I know, perhaps, more than you think." The girl's face was now deeply flushed, and this her mother noted. "Jess, what is the meaning of this? Is there someone else in whom you are interested besides Mr. Donaster? Tell me. I must know the truth at once. It is no use trying to conceal it from me."
A smile overspread his face as he read this, and he glanced toward the billiard-room. He evidently knew something which was giving him considerable satisfaction. He believed that Donaster would play for some time yet, so there was no hurry. Slipping the newspaper clipping back into his pocket, Grimsby picked up three letters and read them through.
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