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But, say, I've seen lots of writers who didn't look a whole lot more intelligent than me! I I just got to thinking, to-night, that I'd take a fall out of this literary thing!" Steve always held it to his friend's credit that he did not laugh. Indeed, Garry's soberness at that moment was almost woebegone. "I see, Joe," he answered. "Not a bad idea.
"And think of you," said Garry, his voice changing, "salting the old man's fireplace with your own money so that his niece could come down here and study French and music! You wonderful, soft-hearted Irish lunatic! I love you for it!" Kenny rose at once and began to bluster around the studio, damning Haggerty. There was something disturbingly warm and honest in Garry's eyes.
Alone in the studio again, he flung up a window, his mind pushing ahead to eleven o'clock. It seemed to him then that he could not possibly wait and go on fighting for his self-control. A gust of sleet and hail swept in with a pattering sound upon the floor. Its cold, stinging contact with his face refreshed him. Kenny's brain cleared. He gulped and gasped. Garry's car! He would not wait.
Nothing was said between them for a while, and neither of them stirred. During the silence the front door was heard to open, letting in the village doctor, who mounted the stairs, his footfalls reverberating in Garry's room overhead. Jack raised his eyes at last and studied her closely.
They raised their rifles and trained them on the door. Phil had slipped down from the top of the roof and joined them, making a sizable force to greet the illegal owner of the piece of map they so much desired. The door was thrown open and the man dashed out, to stare in a bewildered manner at the tree. Upon Garry's sharp order, he elevated his hands skyward and then asked what they wanted.
A nice, white-skinned, red-lipped, sweet, innocent sort of a little girl, Joe and and that finish will keep her true to type!" At the beginning Fat Joe had been all eager attention. His face became heavy with amazement long before Garry's hard voice was still. "But but that ain't the kind of a yarn I'm figurin' on," he argued, his high voice faint but dogged.
"Frank," he telephoned after an unavailing interval of search for Garry, "if you're willing we'll motor to Finlake in Garry's car. He'll not be mindin'. I borrow it often. It's a bad night of course but we could start now. And we can make time on the road. It's barely two hundred and fifty miles but the branch roads and changes make unendurable delay. Shall I come for you in half an hour?"
Captain Hedgehog, who had shot a man through the heart for corking his face one night when he was drunk, and all contact with whose detonating points of honour was as carefully avoided by his acquaintance as if they had been the wires of a spring-gun, sustained Garry's reckless personalities with a sort of warning growl utterly thrown away upon the imperturbable wag, who would still persist, in the innocence of his heart, in playing round the den of this military cockatrice.
He wondered for a moment, with his fingers by force of habit traveling through his hair, if it really was dishonorable for him to take advantage of Garry's letter to hunt his son to earth. There was a subtlety there in which Garry might be right. Inwardly in turmoil Kenny took the plunge. "And you and you've heard from your brother!" "No," said the girl sadly. "Not since."
So it being settled entirely to Garry's satisfaction that they were to start next morning at break of day on horseback an arrangement which my grandfather's total ignorance of Spanish prevented him from knowing anything about they retired to the principal fonda, where the Major speedily forgot, over a tolerable dinner, the toils and perils of the voyage.
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