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Then he walked over and picked up the empty tomato can and the bottle. "You've got to drink," he said, "or you'll die me, too. An' maybe that water ain't enough for her, either." He drew a knife from his pocket and walked to Endicott's horse. "What are you going to do?" cried the other, his eyes wide with horror.
Not until he had reached the very piazza of the building did he pause to stare around him. "Why, it's not Mr. Endicott's place at all!" he exclaimed. He had made considerable noise ascending the piazza, and now a door was flung open, letting a stream of light flood his face, momentarily blinding him. "Hello! what do you want?" demanded a man Phil had never seen before.
He was the chief person in the plantation, and had the only comfortable house which the new-comers had beheld since they left England. So now, children, you must imagine Grandfather's chair in the midst of a new scene. Suppose it a hot summer's day, and the lattice-windows of a chamber in Mr. Endicott's house thrown wide open.
Merwell, that's why," was the reply. "I don't believe he'd want to go after them, and I didn't want to borrow any horses from him." "Well, I don't blame you for looking at it that way. But we may be losing valuable time." "We ought to be able to reach Mr. Endicott's place inside of twenty minutes. Come on," and Dave increased his speed.
He was only Arthur Dillon, encountering a lady with a past; a fact in itself more or less amusing. Once she might have been a danger to be kept out like a pest, or barricaded in quarantine. That time had gone by. His indifference for the moment appalled him, since it showed the hopeless depth of Endicott's grave.
Endicott wrote to Plymouth for medical assistance, and Bradford sent Dr. Samuel Fuller, whose services were thankfully acknowledged. One transaction which has come down to us shows that Endicott's government early marked out the lines on which the Massachusetts colony travelled for many years afterwards.
Curran told with eloquence of the disappearance and the long search, and gave a history of Endicott's life in nice detail, pleased with the unaffected interest of this severe but elegant woman. As he spoke his eye took in every mark of feeling, every gesture, every expression. Her self-command, if she knew Horace Endicott, remained perfect; if she knew him not, her manner seemed natural.
The relief that flashed into her face at the news of Endicott's safety changed to sincere concern. "I ain't got time, now." "Please come. The coffee is all ready and it won't take but a minute to fry some bacon." The Texan smiled up at her. "If you insist," he said.
"I rely on you, mistress, and on Endicott's undoubted talents to bring this last matter to a successful issue to-night. ... Remember, mistress ... I rely on you." Perhaps Mistress Endicott would have liked to prolong the argument. As a matter of fact, neither she nor her husband counted the risks of a midnight fracas of great moment to themselves: they had so very little to lose.
"Who is that, Jerry?" asked another voice, and a moment later Felix Merwell stepped into view. As he saw Dave he scowled slightly. "Why, Mr. Merwell, we er " commenced Phil, and then he looked at Dave. "We were out and we lost our way in the darkness and got on the wrong trail," said Dave, quickly. "Will you be kind enough to direct us to the trail to Mr. Endicott's ranch?"
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