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Meade followed, in case she could be of any assistance. "You may chaperon your party of young ladies in the steamer, Belle," smiled Mrs. Meade from the deck of the destroyer. "I give you express authority over them." Farley's and Wolgast's sweethearts laughed merrily at this. All hands had again reached the point where laughter came again to their lips without strong effort.
He uttered a furious oath as he turned upon Lennon. "You lying skunk!" he bellowed. "This ain't no gold mine!" All the way up the slide Lennon had perceived the copper in the float rock. He was prepared for the trader's outburst. Farley's revolver lay ready in his grasp, behind the sling on his right arm. "Have you what do you call it? gone loco?" he asked.
Lennon took the candle from Carmena. "Permit me to carry the light for you, Slade. Your hand is too unsteady. I'm not so sure about Miss Farley's explanation of your mishap. I still believe you had a stroke not as heavy a stroke as it might have been not fatal, you know, but heavy enough to put you down and out." Slade was staggering to his feet.
At last they brought a sigh from Farley's lips. Soon after the defeated midshipman opened his eyes. "Is Darrin dead?" he asked slowly, with a bewildered look. Midshipman Trotter chuckled. "Not so you could notice it, mister. But you surely had a close call. Do you want to try to sit up?" This Farley soon concluded to do. Then his seconds dressed him.
Began dabbling in real estate. Now rated as a millionaire." Conward paused to light another cigarette. "Interesting case, Farley's," he continued, after a pause. "You remember it, Elden?" Dave nodded. "Farley blew in here from Scotland, or some such place, looking for work with his trowel. That was about the time of the beginning of things, as things are reckoned here.
"Now, see if you can stand on your feet," urged Midshipman Tyson. By this time Farley's wits had returned sufficiently for him to have a very fair idea of what had passed. There he stood, dizzily, until his late seconds gave him stronger support. "You can't go back to Bancroft while you are in this condition, mister," hinted Tyson decidedly.
"I really couldn't say what it was," said Ted. "It was dark, and there was only the faintest kind of light outside from the stars. The room was perfectly dark. I was sitting on Farley's back holding him down. He had thrown the door open, and we were in the doorway, but there was a space between us and the door-jamb.
He looked different, more staid and respectable, but his drollness of speech and kindly manner were the same as ever. He held out his hand to Laura, who invited him in. He came at an inopportune time, but she could not forget his kindness to her during those terrible days at Mrs. Farley's. "I'm mighty glad to see you, Jim," she said cordially.
At times, Farley's thought of Ardea was libertine; but oftener she figured as the woman who would grace the home of affluence, giving it charm and tone. Also, he had an affection for the Dabney manorial acres, and especially for that portion of them overlying the coal measures.
Whatever the lawlessness of Farley's Indian associates, they had apparently put the guilty man to ransom and then turned him loose to die in the desert, merely by way of vengeance for his attempted wrong against the girl. Yet both of the girls had given out that the partnership with the Apaches and the unknown Slade was by no means satisfactory.
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