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Might there not be rather a malevolent intention to thwart Ford's plans? This was the conclusion at which James Starr arrived, after mature reflection. The contradiction which existed between the two letters only wrought in him a more keen desire to visit the Dochart pit. And besides, if after all it was a hoax, it was well worth while to prove it.
Ford's second with what Johnny knew of his relations to the master was the one thing that firmly fixed the incident in the boy's memory. The men were already in position. Harrison stepped forward to give the word. Johnny's down-hanging legs tingled with cramp and excitement. Why didn't they begin? What were they waiting for?
'Tave, take him over to yon fence, and keep him there till I get in. No thank you, sir I can assist myself. I've done it before. It ain't the first time I've been through this window, is it, 'Tave?" Ford's heart stopped beating.
I should have said that just before I left, word had come in that Private Ford of "H" Company had been shot in the thigh. This was our first casualty. A bullet struck a British soldier of the Westminsters in the shoulder and cut into Ford's thigh, failing to go through. Ford was a fine brave man. He and another chum came over from the Edmonton Regiment just before we left Lark Hill.
"Now that they have shut up the tracks here all the con men have gone to London. They say an American can't take a drink at the Salisbury without his fellow-countrymen having a fight as to which one will sell him a gold brick." Ford's eyes lightened in pleasurable anticipation. "Look them over," urged the managing editor, "and send us a special.
Baker to announce that the time had come, when Miss Ford's or Miss Green's arrival or non-arrival would indicate which of the two, if either, was the woman they sought. Suddenly the bell of the telephone on Mr. Baker's desk ran sharply. He answered it, then turned to Duvall. "Miss Green, the telephone operator, is at her desk," he said. "Would you like to take a look at her?" "Yes."
The second part was to some extent germane to the subject, but it appears to have been more concerned with Borrow's view of Spain and things Spanish than with Ford's book. Lockhart saw that it would not do. In a letter to John Murray he explains very clearly and very justly the objections to using the article as it stood.
She waited until he had reached the point that puzzled him, the point of a Ford's degree of intelligence. Then her lips thinned before she opened them. "And what," she asked coldly, "had you been drinking, Mr. Ryan?" "Me? One bottle of lemon soda before I left town, and I left town at three o'clock in the afternoon. I swear " "You need not swear, Mr. Ryan."
Ford's eyes were shining with a wicked joy. "So," he asked indifferently, "you don't intend to do anything further?" "What do you want us to do?" cried his friend. "Ring every door-bell in Sowell Street and ask the parlor-maid if they're murdering a lady on the top story?" "Can I keep the paper?" demanded Ford. "You can keep a copy of it," consented the Secretary.
It was this likely pair which came pounding across the athletic field of Kilton Hall at the moment of Mr. Ford's question, the human of the species, with eyes rolling until they were nearly all whites, shouting as he drew near: "My Lawd-a-mighty, Miss Bev'ly, is yo' hu't? Is yo' daid?" It was a good enough bit of acting to have won the actor fame and fortune.
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