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"How on earth did you do it?" asked Miss Farr when the shy, brown baby had been duly welcomed. The whistler was visibly vain. "Oh, it's quite simple. I merely talked to him in his own language." "I see that. But where did you learn the language?" "Well, a fellow taught me that man I met at Ypres. He could have whistled back the dodo, I think.
"I offer no comments," said Walker Farr with a frank smile which won an answering flicker from the face under the vizor. "I do not understand." "I would not expect a vagabond to understand anything or to be brave enough to say what he thinks," piped the father. He turned on his son. "Here's a scalawag of a tramp. Go along with him and be another such."
"It was a good place back there for sleeping," reflected Walker Farr, remembering the brook, singing over the stones, the whispering alders, the old-fashioned house, and the somnolent landscape. "That man who has been living there until the day of his emigration has certainly been asleep for a long time and is sleeping soundly now; he is having a wonderful dream.
"But that damnation lunatic raved at me with all the insults he could think of then he up with his dirty bunch of plans and knocked my flowers on to the floor yes, sir, that was what the mad bull did he knocked my flowers on to the floor!" And Colonel Dodd emphasized that as the crime unforgivable. It was from Citizen Drew that Walker Farr heard the story of Captain Andrew Kilgour.
But there are so few men who can do anything unselfishly in these days that when a chap like you does come along he gets noticed at any rate, I notice him." He stopped dealing in side glances and stared at Farr fully and frankly. "Other men who would do the things you are doing so quietly in this state have been playing politics and I have made it my business to watch politicians.
"Well," said I, "if thou art my father & dost love me, & if thou art the chief, speak for me. Thou art master of my Goods; this Dogg that spoke but now, what doth hee heare? Let him begon to his brethren, the English in the Bay; but I mistake, hee need not goe so farr, hee may see them in the Island," intimating unto them that I had overcom the English.
"Say it short," growled Farr, clenching his fists as if he wanted to beat indulgence for the child out of the hide of the world. "I'm paying you for her life." "I have nothing to sell you in this case therefore there can be no pay." He leaned over the bed and smoothed the moist, tangled hair away from the child's brow. "I can only give you something, my friend. I give you all my sympathy.
"I took no interest in his affairs no interest whatever," stated Farr, with languid tone. "You don't care much what happens to anybody else, you hog!" "My interest in other persons is very limited." "You'll stand by and see one of your kind run away with the property of poor folks, will you? You meet him later and get your whack?" asked the big man. "No," said Farr, mildly.
That afternoon Jared Chick came over the hill where the trowels clinked and the great derrick complained with its pulleys. He carried his armor on his back. He stopped and watched for some time his former companion of the road, who was sweating over his man's toil. "May I have sixty seconds off to speak with that man yonder?" Farr asked the contractor. "It partly concerns your business."
Dodd?" inquired the judge, turning sharp gaze on the young man. "I can't remember any more." "You think you recognized voices sufficiently well to be sure that this person named Farr made that novel suggestion in regard to what was called a 'water district'?" "There was no mistaking his voice," said Dodd, with the malevolence of bitter recollection. Another prolonged silence.
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