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By and by Scott, sitting opposite Thirlwell, said thoughtfully, "Driscoll's outfit will have to hustle, if they mean to do much prospecting and get back while the ice is good. I'll give them a month, and if they're not out then, they'll have trouble." Thirlwell made a sign of agreement. Rivers and lakes are numerous in the North, and in winter one can travel smoothly on the ice.
Undine wondered. Some intuition told her that, alone of all the women present, Clare might have greeted her kindly; but she hung back, and Mrs. Harmon Driscoll surged by on Popple's arm. Popple crimsoned, coughed, and signalled despotically to Mrs. Driscoll's footman.
Spragg did not repeat his gesture of dismissal: he was once more listening guardedly but intently. Moffatt saw it and continued. "And I could put my hand on double that sum yes, sir, DOUBLE if you'd just step round with me to old Driscoll's office before five P. M. See the connection, Mr. Spragg?"
Later on I went with Driscoll's Scouts in search of the tracks of these men, and followed along the same road they had taken. The ravine was a long, narrow gap between mountain ranges of immense height. The sides of the mountains were covered with loose boulders, sufficient to protect the whole Boer army from our artillery fire.
"He says," answered Driscoll, "him, there the porter that there's a man lying in one of them entries down the lane, and he thinks he's dead. Likewise, he thinks he's murdered." Spargo echoed the word. "But what makes him think that?" he asked, peeping with curiosity beyond Driscoll's burly form. "Why?" "He says there's blood about him," answered Driscoll.
But she did not sound the personal note, and they chatted quietly of commonplace things: of the dinner-dance at which they were presently to meet, of the costume she had chosen for the Driscoll fancy-ball, the recurring rumours of old Driscoll's financial embarrassment, and the mysterious personality of Elmer Moffatt, on whose movements Wall Street was beginning to fix a fascinated eye.
She was practicing steps, gaits and attitudes, apparently; she was doing the thing gracefully, and was very much absorbed in her work. Who could she be, and how came she to be in young Tom Driscoll's room?
The water being barely ruffled, Darrin was able to count eight heads besides his own. That meant that five men had still failed to come up. Midshipman Driscoll, an instant later, shot up beside Dave. "Help!" sputtered Driscoll. "Float on my arm, sir," ordered Dave, swimming with lusty strokes until he had thrust his left arm under Driscoll's chest.
He is a murderous devil I never could I I'm afraid of him!" Old Driscoll's mouth opened and closed three times before he could get it to perform its office; then he stormed out: "A coward in my family! A Driscoll a coward! Oh, what have I done to deserve this infamy!"
Elliott, now, is an admirer of yours don't look offended, please; I'm speaking very seriously. It is among the possibilities that he wanted your husband out of his way." Mason Elliott listened to this without any expression of annoyance. Indeed, he had heard this argument of Driscoll's before, and it affected him not at all. "But, Mrs, Embury, Mr. Elliott had no opportunity.
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