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"Where be the cheers?" pursued Frank. "We send all yon down to Wickham, to the cheer factory," answered the boy; "we don't fit 'em together here." He seated himself at Frank's side as he spoke, and poked at the fire with a long pointed stick. "How do they get 'em down to Wickham?" asked Frank, bent on getting as much information as possible.
Turk gravely approached and offered his paw, which Alice took cautiously, Frank's report of his doings being by no means encouraging. Turk, satisfied now that there was no occasion for his interference, threw himself down at full length upon the hearthrug, and Alice turned to Frank. "I am so glad you are coming home again."
The Curlytops asked all sorts of questions of their father about Uncle Frank's ranch, but though he could tell them, in a general way, what it looked like, Mr. Martin did not really know much about the place, as he had never been there. "But you'll find lots of horses, ponies and cattle there," he said. "And can we take Nicknack with us, to ride around the ranch?" asked Jan, in her turn.
The rebel, who, of course, was entirely ignorant of the proximity of Frank's party, soon reappeared, and rode rapidly down the levee, until he came directly opposite the place where Frank and his men were concealed, and then drew up his horse, and settled himself in his saddle, for a good shot.
Nor was the victim passive; debarred writing materials, he cut the rims off several copies of the Times, and secreted them: then catching sight of some ink-blots on the back of Frank's clothes-brush, scraped them carefully off, melted them in a very little water, and with a toothpick scrawled his wrongs to the Commissioners; he rolled the slips round a half-crown, and wrote outside, "Good Christian, keep this half-crown, and take the writing to the Lunacy Commissioners at Whitehall, for pity's sake."
"He was going up-stairs." "Very well, we want him. See him, and tell him so." Frank went into the house, but came back into the bar-room after an absence of nearly five minutes, and said that he could not find his father anywhere. "Where is he then?" was angrily demanded. "Indeed, gentlemen, I don't know." Frank's anxious look and frightened manner showed that he spoke truly.
Jim and Sorry, Swan and Lone had not attempted to hide their belief that the Sawtooth was responsible for Frank's death, yet not one of them had hinted at the possibility of calling the sheriff, or placing the blame where it belonged. They seemed browbeaten into the belief that it would be useless to fight back.
His story had somewhat enlightened me as to Laura's ideas, and I could now understand to some degree her not feeling so much annoyed as I had been at Frank's arrival. I strongly suspected that rather than be deprived of her favourite amusement, she would not object to his again being a participator in it.
But legal difficulties had developed in regard to the will, and Frank's parents were contemplating a trip to France to straighten matters out, when the war broke out and made it impossible. Mr. Sheldon had died shortly afterward, leaving but a slender income for his widow. Frank had become her chief support. She was a charming, lovable woman, and she and her son were very fond of each other.
Suppose one of those fits should come on when Frank was with him? The boy did not like to think of this. "What do you want?" the man in room twenty-eight asked, before he closed the door. "I want to help you to escape." "Hush! Don't let any of them hear you!" And the man, putting his hand over Frank's mouth, pulled him further inside and closed the door. Then they talked in whispers.
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