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There could be little doubt that both Brown and the public looked on Enoch's sudden silence following the Luigi statement as complete rout. Enoch knew this and writhed under the knowledge as he bided his time. On a morning early in January, Charley Abbott answered a telephone call which interrupted him while was taking the Secretary's dictation. "It's Mr.
"It looks as if Secretary Fowler would have to stop laughing," he said, when Enoch had finished. "Abbott," Enoch's voice was very low, "John Fowler, the Secretary of State, always will laugh at it." "Why?" asked Charley. "I don't know," replied Enoch. The two men stared at each other for a long moment. Then Abbott said, "I've known for a long time that he was jealous of you, politically.
Na-che gave her peculiar, far-carrying call, some moments before the cabin came into view, and when the little cavalcade jingled up to the door, it was wide open, a ruddy faced, white-haired man standing before it. "Hello, Diana!" he shouted. "Where in seven thunders have you been! You're a week late!" Then his eyes fastened wonderingly on Enoch's face.
Enoch's grim features relaxed into a sardonic smile as he added: "There may be more or less heart-eating round about here presently, but it don't look much as if it would be his, and the dogs that'll do it don't belong to anybody not even to a Missisague buck."
Moonlight and firelight had not permitted her before to read clearly the story of suffering that was in Enoch's face. During breakfast he had been laughing and chatting constantly. But now, as he stood before her, she was appalled by what she saw in the rugged face. There were two straight, deep lines between his brows. The lines from nostril to lip corner were doubly pronounced.
Finally the Indian lad forced Enoch over his leg and slowly, yet determinedly, pushed him backward to the ground. When they fell Crow Wing was on top, but it was several moments ere he managed to force Enoch's shoulders and hips to the earth together. The second round was declared won by Crow Wing and the boys took a rest before the third and final one.
For a moment Uncle Enoch's gaze was held by the Bareback Queen, who looked languidly into space over the top of the tiger cage. Then he stared hard at the "far-famed Arabian steed," gift of the impulsive Shah. Said steed was caparisoned in a gorgeous saddle-blanket hung with silver fringe. A silver-mounted martingale dangled between his knees.
Having at length been assured beyond peradventure that his suspicions were true, a desire for vengeance upon Simon Halpen sprang to life in Enoch's heart. He forgot the momentous matter which had filled his mind before the appearance of Crow Wing the evening before.
Perhaps it's merely your facial expression. I don't know you look like some one whom I can't recall. Perhaps that some one has the power and I confuse the two of you, but I beg your pardon, Judge!" as Enoch's eyebrows went up. "You have nothing to beg it for, Milton. But you're wrong when you think this trip is merely an episode to me.
So, at least, Enoch called him, and it was not displeasing to the subject of Enoch's pleasantry to know that others had adopted the suggestion and bestowed upon him that honorable title. His little class numbered fifteen or twenty children of assorted ages and dispositions, who came, lured by rumors of pleasant things, and remained to imbibe learning with more or less avidity.
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