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Cedric yielded, doubtful and sullen, but Daurn greeted him bravely: "God's truth, lad, you've the spirit of the Wolf at least, but you've got no brains to plan. Come close an' listen, an' if ye truly want a fight thy father'll never balk thee." Then with faltering breath but gleaming eyes he unfolded the plan he had conceived to make his dying a thing of greater infamy than all his bloody days.
'We must stay here, I suppose, said Robert at last, 'and shout out every now and then, and some one will hear us and bring ropes and ladders, and rescue us like out of mines; and they'll get up a subscription to send us home, like castaways. 'Yes; but we shan't be home before mother is, and then father'll take away the carpet and say it's dangerous or something, said Cyril.
Dowson looked up quickly, and then, lowering her eyes, took her hand out of the stocking she had been darning and, placing it beside its companion, rolled the pair into a ball. "You go round to-morrow night, Flora," she said, deliberately. "It sha'n't be said a daughter of mine was afraid to hear the truth about herself; father'll find the money."
"Tell us about it," demanded Laddie. "Well, I don't 'member much about it," Sammie said. "But if you come over to my house, my father'll tell you about it. Only he isn't home now 'cause he's got some divers down in the harbor and they're going to raise up a ship that's sunk." "Couldn't you tell us a little about it?" asked Russ. "Did your father dig gold on the desert island?"
"What kind of a minstrel show is this?" "Frank Shaw!" roared the drummer, paying no attention to the order. "He got sore because I told him I'd enlisted as a drummer and lit out. His father'll be sending after him, though. He's a good scout. Where is he now?" "Lost," repeated Jimmie. "I don't know where he is. Just dropped into a hole." "Not into any small hole," observed the drummer.
So Willie sat down on a doorstep and waited while Bob tried to earn a little more. But at last he gave up in despair, and, taking Willie's hand, they turned off into the park. Bob brought some bread-and-cheese from his pocket, and with a drink of water from the fountain, they made their evening meal. "I wonder if father'll try to find us," said Willie.
"Never mind, mother," said Johnnie patronizingly, "father'll tell you all about it while I go and put Speckle in a safe place." So the boys went, and Mr. Ford seated himself in an armchair, and related the events of the afternoon to the ladies, adding some advice as to the manner of making the boys see the folly of their undertaking. Mrs.
Father'll be up by five o'clock, and I think that'll be as early as you'll want to be stirring." "Where am I?" asked Harry, the next morning, as he sat up in bed and stared around him. "Don't you remember?" asked Jeff, smiling. Jeff was standing by the bedside, already dressed. "Yes; I remember now," said Harry, slowly. "What time is it?" "Seven o'clock." "Seven o'clock!
My father'll suffer some day, for keeping me at this low ebb of cash, by jingo!" He uttered this with a prophetic fierceness. "I cannot even scrape together enough for entrance money to a Club. It's sickening! I wonder whether I shall ever get used to banking work? There's an old clerk in our office who says he should feel ill if he missed a day. And the old porter beats him bangs him to fits.
He and father'll tell you I rule them, but that's just teasing. It's really Daddy John who rules." The mules were just behind them, and she looked back at the old man and called in her clear voice: "I'm talking about you, Daddy John. I'm telling all about your wickedness." Daddy John's answer came back, slow and amused: "Wait till I get the young feller alone and I'll do some talking."
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