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For the first time now he saw Garton's body, which had been hidden by the table; saw that Garton had had both legs taken off six inches above the knees. He remembered himself, and tried to hide his surprise under some light remark to Billy Jordan. But Garton had seen it, and laughed lightly, although with a slight flush creeping up into his pale cheeks.
"Can you not get it elsewhere?" "No, not that amount. I have tried and failed. Six thousand was the best any one would do. I hope you can favour me, sir," and Stubbles turned his eyes beseechingly upon the lawyer's face. "It all depends upon my young friend here," Garton replied, "and that is the reason why I have asked him to remain in the room." "It depends upon him!"
The five men for whom Conniston had called and whom the Lark had selected came to him quickly. "Get into Mr. Crawford's buckboard," he called, sharply, to two of them. "Drive to Dam Number Two and open the gates there, turning every bit of water you can into the canal! You three men get saddle-horses. You," to one of them, "rush to Crawfordsville and telephone to Tommy Garton.
"He certainly was, and his was the model parish in the whole diocese." "Is it the same now?" An angry light suddenly leaped into Douglas' eyes, as he turned them upon his companion's face. "No, it is not the same," he slowly replied. "The parish has gone to pieces, and the changes which have taken place there make my heart ache." "Why, what has been the cause?" Garton enquired.
Her shoes were split, her hands rough; but what was it? Was it really her Celtic blood, as Garton had said? she was a lady born, a jewel, though probably she could do no more than just read and write! The elderly, clean-shaven man he had seen last night in the kitchen had come into the yard with a dog, driving the cows to their milking. Ashurst saw that he was lame.
"They are not to know anything about it until it is all over. You and Mrs. Garton will be the only ones who will be aware of this freak of mine, so if I get killed, you might give me a decent burial." "Suppose in case of your death it should be considered wilful suicide, what then?" Garton asked, while an amused twinkle shone in his eyes.
"Miss Argyl ain't here. Anything the matter?" Conniston clicked up the receiver and swung upon Garton. "It is just possible," he said, slowly, "that she is in Crawfordsville, after all. May have left the house already. I can call up the store as soon as it opens up and ask if she has been there." Billy Jordan had entered at the last words. "Who are you talking about?" he asked, quickly.
If I go as a clergyman, people will naturally be somewhat suspicious of me, and will say things behind my back which they will not say to my face. But John Handyman will be of little account in their estimation, and they will express their views in his presence freely and openly." "Does it not seem like taking a mean advantage of them?" Garton queried. "I can't see it that way.
I want to know now about yourself, and how you have been making out. It's a comfort, anyway, to know that you are alive." "That's about all, I guess," Douglas replied, as he flicked off the end of his cigar into the ash-tray. "Have they driven you out?" Garton eagerly questioned. "It hasn't come to that yet, though attempts have been made to do so.
He can get his instructions there from me or from Tommy Garton. How is everything going?" Brayley reported that the work was running smoothly, that his foremen were as good men as he ever wanted to see, that he had no fault to find anywhere. "An' this ol' ditch is sure growin', Con," he finished, with a sudden gleam of pride.
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