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A keen trader, scout, and enthusiast of the West, known to and knowing the men of those parts, and able to bend the undercurrents a delighter in danger, with a boy's zest for intrigue, risk, and daring an uncomplex mind, little troubled by theories of political obligation, political faith and unfaith, loyalty to government or its reverse a being born to adventure, but to adventure under guidance, skilled and gay subaltern to some graver, abler leader that, he thought, would be Adam Gaudylock.
He's always known he could use this house as he pleased," Vinie ended simply. "Tom and I would go barefoot over fire for Mr. Rand." "Well, my dear, I hope he won't ask you to," said her visitor, with dryness. She rose. "I've a long drive before me, so I'll not sit longer. Who's that I left my glasses in the coach who's that speaking to Gabriel?" "It's Mr. Gaudylock." "Gaudylock!
Here are Indians. Here are settlers from the East, and the burden of their song is, 'We are so far from the Old Thirteen that we care not if we are farther yet!" "Hey!" exclaimed Mocket. "That's treason!" "Here Adam Gaudylock met Wilkinson. The river narrows here, and runs deep and strong." Rand's hand rested on the coast-line. "New Orleans," he said, "but capable of becoming a new Rome.
Adam Gaudylock, annihilating in some mysterious fashion the distance between the corner table and the group in the light of the fire, was visible over Rand's shoulder. Mr. Pincornet, chin in air and with his hand where once a sword had been, tiptoed upon the fringe of the crowd. The clamour went on. "Is it a challenge? was a blow struck? Mr. Cary, command me Mr. Rand "
Pincornet, his green velvet and powdered wig, to her side. He put his hand to his heart and bowed as to a princess. "Ha! Mr. Pincornet," exclaimed Rand, "I remember our night at Monticello. Now I have a teacher who will be with me always! Jacqueline, I want you to speak to my old friend, Adam Gaudylock." "Ah, I know Mr. Gaudylock," answered Jacqueline, and gave the hunter both her hands.
Following the venison, the tart, and apple brandy came the short, bright afternoon, passed by Lewis Rand upon the brig from the Indies with Tom Mocket and little Vinie and a wrinkled skipper who talked of cocoanuts and strange birds and red-handkerchiefed pirates, and spent by Gideon first in business with the elder Mocket, and then in conversation with Adam Gaudylock.
Adam Gaudylock emerged from the shadow of the locust trees and crossed the moonlit lawn below the terrace. "I've shot that night-hawk. He'll maraud no more," he said, and passed on toward his quarter for the night. Rand made a motion as if to follow, then checked himself. It was late, and it had been a day of strife, but his iron frame felt no fatigue and his mood was one of sombre exaltation.
I'm not afraid of your horse-whip. Strike, and be damned to you! You can break every colt in the country, but you can't break me! I've seen you strike my mother, too!" "Way down in New Orleans, Beneath an orange tree, Beside the lapping water, Upon the old levee, A-laughing in the moonlight, There sits the girl for me!" sang Gaudylock. "She's sweeter than the jasmine, Her name it is Delphine."
Adam Gaudylock, he knew, had spoken to his father, but Gideon had given no sign. Suppose, no matter who spoke, his father would give, forever, no other sign than that oft seen and always hated jerk of the head toward the tobacco-fields? Gideon Rand took his pipe from his lips. "It's Mr. Jefferson," he answered laconically. "He's the one man in this country to whom I'd listen."
Lewis, you go straight to Mocket now, and tell him I'll wait for him there! Are you coming with me, Adam Gaudylock?" "Why," said Gaudylock, with candour, "I have business presently in Governor Street, and a man to meet at the Indian Queen. And I think I'll go now with Lewis. Somehow, the woods have spoiled me for seeing men bought and sold." "They're black men," said Rand indifferently.
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