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Updated: May 3, 2025
"I've been feeling sort of set up and aristocratic to-day, and I've just ordered a dinner sent upstairs. I reckon you'll join me?" The young man was willing enough; more than willing, since he was now ready to say a thing which must be said before he could be prepared to set a time limit upon Gantry a limit beyond which lay the firing of the fuse and the blowing up of all things mundane.
If we run into problems we can't agree on, we holler for help. But if he acts like most of the Blue Doctors I know, he'll think he's in command." A jitney stopped for them, and then zoomed out across the field toward the ship. The gantry platform was just clanging to the ground, unloading three technicians and a Four-bar Electronics Engineer.
The girl sauntered down towards the arched opening into the rear drawing-room. As she passed the others, she paused to pat her cousin's soft brown hair. "I do believe the sun has burnt it a shade lighter, Vievie," she remarked. "What fun it must have been! When are you going to show me that leopard-skin gown?" "Leave the room this instant!" commanded Mrs. Gantry.
He schemed to discredit me, to get my place." "Blake? he did that?" eagerly queried Mrs. Gantry. "Yes!" cried Ashton, and he turned again to Mr. Leslie. "Don't you see? He guessed that you were coming up. So he sneaked here ahead of you took away my pistol and threatened to murder me if I left my rooms." Genevieve looked the glib relator up and down, white with scorn. "You lie!" she said.
Though he was going about, striving to do his part manfully, and even with enthusiasm, the burden of the cruel responsibility he had voluntarily shouldered was never less than crushing. His only hope lay in success. If he could make Gantry and his superiors come clean-handed to the election, there need be no exposure, no cataclysm involving both the railroad officials and his father.
I've told Gantry to pass the word: a clean sheet, or I go over to the other side and tell what I know. And that brings me to the thing that I've got to say to you, dad the thing that made me hope I'd find you here to-night. After I'd got my battle-word from Patricia, I had a jolt that was worse than the other.
There were plenty of reminiscences to be threshed over, and Blount brought them forward so tactfully that Gantry hardly knew it when he was shouldered away from the open door of the acuter personalities.
At twelve I could 'ride line, 'cut out, and 'rope down' like any other healthy ranch-bred youngster, and since the capital was at that time only in process of getting itself surveyed and boomed into existence I had never seen a town bigger than Painted Hat." "And what happened when you were twelve?" queried Gantry.
Blount passed the telegram which had come while he was at dinner across the interval between the two chairs. "Read that," he said. Gantry smoothed the square of yellow paper carefully and held it up to the softened glow of the electric ceiling-globe.
"Must 'uv dropped 'sleep Dog tired." His bleared gaze swung around and took in Mrs. Gantry. He started and tried to sit more erect. "Excuse me! Didn't know there was a lady here." "Don't apologize. That's for me to do," interposed Mr. Leslie, offering his hand. "My that is, the Coville Company officers tell me you've worked out a wonderful piece of engineering for them."
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