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Did it electrify his hearers? Perhaps. Even the senator was so choked with laughter that he was forced to cast loose one of the buttons which held on his turn-down collar, and Farrar retired into the woods. But the gravity of Mr. Cooke's countenance remained serene. "Old man," he said to the Celebrity, "you'll have to learn the price of potatoes now. Here are Mr. Drew's duplicates; try 'em on."
And yet there are some women I know of who would not write an epitaph to his taste." Farrar looked at her curiously. "I beg your pardon," he said. "Do not imagine I am touchy on the subject," she replied quickly; "some of us are fortunate enough to have had our eyes opened." I thought the Celebrity stirred uneasily. "Have you read The Sybarites?" she asked. Farrar was puzzled.
I saw that he believed every word of it; in fact, that it was his religion. I might as well have tried to argue the Sultan out of Mohammedanism. The pipe belonged to a tug, that was certain. Farrar said so after a look over his shoulder, disdaining glasses, and he knew the lake better than many who made their living by it.
Miss Farrar was silent a moment; then she said, answering her own question: "I can think of but two people who honestly can be said to possess vocal mastery: they are Caruso and McCormack. Those who have only heard the latter do little Irish tunes, have no idea of what he is capable. I have heard him sing Mozart as no one else I know of can.
Did he double back through the woods, or did he have time to ride out of sight before I got there?" The reappearance of his comrade affected the sergeant strangely. He sprang to his feet, his under jaw protruding truculently, his eyes flashing with anger. "Get back," he snarled. "Do what I told you!" Under his breath he muttered words that, to Miss Farrar, were unintelligible.
Have you reflected that you are about to ruin your careers?" "We are prepared to take the chances, I think," said Farrar. Mr. Cooke looked us over, proudly and gratefully, as much as to say that while he lived we should not lack the necessities of life. At nine we embarked, the Celebrity and Mr. Trevor for the same reason that the animals took to the ark, because they had to.
Judge Wells was a frontiersman, and by no means sentimentally inclined; but the tears stood in his eyes as he looked at the unconscious Ramona. Farrar had pleaded that the preliminary hearing might take place immediately; but after this visit to the village, the judge refused his request, and appointed the trial a week from that day, to give time for Ramona to recover, and appear as a witness.
"Now, sir," asked Farrar, "what do you propose to do with Allen?" But our client only chuckled. "Wait and see, old man," he said; "I've got that all fixed." "Well," Farrar remarked, when he had gone in again, "he has steered it deuced well so far. I think we can trust him."
I followed his finger and saw for the first time a sail-boat headed for the island, then about two miles off shore. I raised the glasses. "Yes," I said, "the Scimitar." "That's what Farrar said," cried he. "And what about it?" I asked. "What about it?" he ejaculated. "Why, it's a detective come for Allen. I knew sure as hell if they got as far as Asquith they wouldn't stop there.
Now she had come to look upon the matter in its true proportions, and her anticipation of a possible chance of teaching him a lesson was a pleasure to behold. Our table in the dining-room became again the abode of scintillating wit and caustic repartee, Farrar bracing up to his old standard, and the demand for seats in the vicinity rose to an animated competition. Mr.
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