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After all, now, when that tin-roof look wears off of 'em you won't appear so whittled-out in that suit. But now, layin' all jokes aside, are they just the thing for drivin' old Jack and Ned on the railroad grade? And didn't this sudden lavishness kinda set the company back on its haunches?" Hiram looked out the window. "Did you see the fire?" he asked absently.
For he stood in the street in front of the Wolf, watching, his eyes glowing with malice. Singleton knew. He was standing near Warden, in the grip of a malign anticipation. His lips were bestially pouted. "Showed yellow at the last minute," he whispered to Warden; "only drivin' about half of them. Well, we'll take care of them he's leavin' before the winter's over."
"I felt it a good many times, deacon, when I was in that jail; an' sometimes I half wished I could die right away." "Pshaw!" muttered the deacon. "You don't understand. You're groping in darkness. You don't understand." "That's so, deacon, if you mean I don't understand what you're drivin' at." "Don't you feel Christ in you the hope of glory?" "I don't know what you mean, deacon?"
And then, as if realizing how useless such a question was when the road was so well defined, he continued: "Wa-al, I reckon that the same team you are huntin' after was driv up that road about an hour or so ago. It was a small pair of dark chestnut hosses, an' good ones, with a fancy buggy, an' two young fellers drivin'." "Where does that road lead to?" asked Bob, excitedly.
"He was busy," Phebe said curtly, as she took off her sailor hat and fanned herself. "Jim Sykes said he see him drivin' off over Wisdom way." "Yes, he had a case there, an important case." Phebe's head was tilted at an aggressive angle. "I guess I was some important, or he'd have said so, if he'd see me, last night. I had a bad spell, and like to fainted." "What had you been eating?"
"How you-all think they's goin' ter hurry with so many fellers ter haul? Some o' you boys gotter light 'n walk up this hill in a minute, so ye better enjoy drivin' while ye can." At a deserted cabin on the road that ran through the northern gap they found Bob Morgan and John Wendell, who had come in a buggy, and the Baron on his mule.
"But you can see in her big, stretchy faraway eyes that she ain't thinkin' about Hugh Walsingham, that she's always thinkin' about Seth and wishin' it was him a drivin' with her in that stylish little trap of hers." She stopped to read a postal card. "Cyclona's a fine young woman," she resumed, "and a beautiful young woman, if she is brown as a gypsy, but the wind has left a wheel in her head.
"You'd do it. But I ain't goin' to try any fool thing like that. I'm jus' goin' Like I said to you, let's talk. What's Packard payin' you for this night's work?" "He's no tightwad, if that's what you're drivin' at. I'd of done to-night's job an' glad of the chance an' you know it, Blenham, an' never asked pay for it.
"'Like it! he exclaimed to his wife, after his first day's experience. 'It's as interestin' as readin' the weekly paper. Everybody that comes along seems ready for some different kind of chat. And when that young woman with the buggy happens to be drivin' this way, she don't pay no toll. I'll pay for her myself, every time, on account of her services as witness.
Sundown, leaving his team at the fence, took a short cut to the house. He entered the back door and called to Anita. "Neeter," he said, as she hastened to answer him, "they's some friends of mine just drivin' up. If you could kind of make a quick change and put on that white dress with the leetle roses sprinkled on it quick; and is is he sleepin'?" "Si! He is having the good sleep." "Fine!
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