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Another look at the hard face, now tense and dark with blood, confirmed Duane's suspicion that the outlaw was not aiming at the bucket at all. Duane leaped and struck the leveled gun out of his hand. Another outlaw picked it up. Black fell back astounded. Deprived of his weapon, he did not seem the same man, or else he was cowed by Duane's significant and formidable front.
Duane's attempt at pleasantry halted short when Jennie lifted her lashes to look at him. Some kind of a shock went through Duane. Her gray eyes were beautiful, but it had not been beauty that cut short his speech. He seemed to see a tragic struggle between hope and doubt that shone in her piercing gaze. She kept looking, and Duane could not break the silence. It was no ordinary moment.
And something new, strange, confounding with its emotion, came to life deep in Duane's heart. There would be children! Ray their mother! The kind of life a lonely outcast always yearned for and never had! He saw it all, felt it all. But beyond and above all other claims came Captain MacNelly's. It was then there was something cold and death-like in Duane's soul.
His father, his social position, his harmless success with women " Grandcourt hesitated, caught Duane's eye. Both men's features became expressionless. Duane said: "I had an exceedingly nice note from Rosalie the other day. She has bought one of those double-deck apartments but I fancy you know about it." "Yes," said Grandcourt, turning red. "She was good enough to ask my opinion."
Sylvia, seated at the piano, idly improvising, had unconsciously drifted into the "Menuet d'Exaudet," and Duane's heart began to quicken as he stood listening and looking out through the open windows at the stars.
"Stuck in the ice! stuck in the ice!" shouted Adler as he swung wide the front gate and came hastening toward the veranda across the lawn. "What did we say! Hooray! He's stuck. I knew it; any galoot might 'a' known it. Duane's stuck tighter'n a wedge off Bache Island, in Kane Basin. Here it all is; read it for yourself."
The possibility that his father could be involved in any of the spectacular schemes which had evidently caught Dysart, seemed so remote that Duane's incredulity permitted him to sleep that night, though the name Yo Espero haunted his dreams.
By gum! Boy, it'd have killed you if it'd stayed there." "It would indeed, uncle," replied Duane, and the old, haunting, somber mood returned. But Duane was not often at the mercy of childish old hero-worshiping Uncle Jim. Miss Longstreth was the only person who seemed to divine Duane's gloomy mood, and when she was with him she warded off all suggestion.
Let's see what's come off." This cowboy, evidently one of authority, or at least one of strong personality, turned to the gaunt man, who still waved Duane's gun. "Abe, put the gun down," he said. "It might go off. Here, give it to me. Now, what's wrong? Who's this roped gent, an' what's he done?" The gaunt fellow, who appeared now about to collapse, lifted a shaking hand and pointed.
I am, &c., R. M. Answer. The preceding is endorsed, in the handwriting of General Montgomery, on the back of Mr. Duane's letter. The laxity of the discipline which pervaded the camp at Cambridge, the inexperience of the officers, and the contests and petty squabbles about rank, all tended to excite great jealousy and discontent in the army. As yet, Burr was attached to no particular corps.
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