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As he spoke he turned and saw Ninitta on the threshold. "Shall you want me to-day?" the latter asked of Helen. "What made that girl look so savage?" Fenton questioned as the door closed behind the model. "She perhaps chooses to be jealous of me," Helen replied composedly. "Elle a peutetre raison." "Perhaps." "You say that too calmly by half," was his gay response.
Even when the cook began preparations for the morning meal, filling the air with tantalizing odors of cooking food, they sat in serious consultation with no thought of breakfast in their minds. "What ought we to do?" asked Jack. "Go and look him up," suggested George Tolford. "He may have become lost in the jungle," Peter Fenton remarked. "Suppose we go out into the jungle and fire our guns?"
I am in a communicative humor to-day, and know thou shalt." "And what may his name be, pray, Mr. Fenton?" with a peculiar emphasis on the Mr. "Caution," said Fenton; "don't overdo the thing, I say, otherwise I am silent as the grave. Heigh-ho! what put that in my head? Well, sir, you shall know all you wish to know. In the first place, as to his name it is Harry Hedles.
There he is, Black Baronet; there is your son dead!" A sudden murmur and agitation took place as he pointed to Fenton; but there was now something of command, nay, absolutely of grandeur, in his revenge, as well as in his whole manner. "Keep quiet, all of you," he exclaimed, raising his arm with a spirit of authority and power; "keep quiet, I say, and don't disturb the dead. I am not done."
He was born 6th April 1773 in the parish of Logie Pert, Forfarshire. His father, also named James Mill, was a village shoemaker, employing two or three journeymen when at the height of his prosperity. His mother, Isabel Fenton, daughter of a farmer, had been a servant in Edinburgh.
He was chatting in a corner with Ethel Mott, when Fred Rangely, whose successful novel had made him vastly the fashion that winter, joined them. "When wit and beauty get into a corner together," was Rangely's salutation, "there is sure to be mischief brewing." "It isn't at all kind," Miss Mott retorted, "for you to emphasize the fact that Mr. Fenton has all the wit and I not any."
Gilbert and Fenton might, it was hoped, be still alive, but that they had been carried to a distance was certain, and their recovery would be difficult, as Powhattan, notwithstanding his boasted power, could, it was clear, afford them no assistance.
"You are on your high horse to-night, Fenton," cried Rangely, "you make no more of a metaphor than a racer of a hurdle." "Don't stop him," Ainsworth said. "Let him run the course out now he's on the track."
The moment she had come down, the servants, and all those who had obtained permission to be present at the ceremony, now entered the large drawing-room to witness it. Tom Gourlay entered a little after his sister, followed in a few minutes by old Anthony, accompanied by Fenton, who leant upon him, and was provided with an arm-chair in a remote corner of the room.
In a few minutes Adams's party joined that of the officer, and then in silence, with their prisoner in their midst, they marched back to the trader's house. "Bring the prisoner inside, Adams," said Lieutenant Fenton, briefly. With hands handcuffed behind his back and a seaman on each side, Jim Swain was marched inside his father's house.
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