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Field made his way as best he could to the doomed city, she camped in a little hotel in Gilroy waiting for news a prey meanwhile to the most intense fears for the safety of various members of her family, from whom she was entirely cut off.
He succeeded in forming the Landlords' League; under a commission suggested by him the straggling boundaries of Robles and the adjacent claims were resurveyed, defined, and mutually protected; even the lawless Gilroy, from extending an amused toleration to the young administrator, grew to recognize and accept him; the peons and vacqueros began to have faith in a man who acknowledged them sufficiently to rebuild the ruined Mission Chapel on the estate, and save them the long pilgrimage to Santa Inez on Sundays and saints' days; the San Francisco priest imported from Clarence's old college at San Jose, and an habitual guest at Clarence's hospitable board, was grateful enough to fill his flock with loyalty to the young padron.
"Well," said she, after a pause, "if you despise my love, I must see what can be done with fear. You smile, but the day will come when you will come screaming to me for pardon. Yes, you will grovel on the ground before me, proud as you are, and you will curse the day that ever you turned me from your best friend into your most bitter enemy. Have a care, Professor Gilroy!"
Worst of all, as day dawned, the eternal 'Jim Crow' recommenced his saltations, varied only with the: 'Come, arouse ye, arouse ye, my merry Swiss boy' of 'me Oncle Gilroy. 'Well, dash my buttons! groaned Sponge, as the discordant noise shot through his aching head, 'but this is the worst spec I ever made in my life.
Write, Miles break it to her we'll meet again by the side of Jesus God be praised!" He ceased, and never spoke again. Gilroy was a married man, with five children. Just before the accident he had written to his wife enclosing gifts for his little ones, and telling, in a thankful spirit, of continued health and safety. Before the mail-steamer with his letter on board was out of sight he was dead!
Only the comrades who had become unusually attached to this poor youth mourned his death as if he had been a brother in the flesh as well as in the ranks. "He was a good lad," said Sergeant Gilroy, as they kept watch on the roof of the fort that night. "Since we came here he has never missed writing to his mother a single mail.
"You're just a little too previous in your talk, I reckon, Brant," returned Gilroy lazily, "and as to legality, I reckon we stand on the same level with yourself, just here. Beginnin' with what you came for: as we don't know where your Jim Hooker is, and as we ain't done anythin' to HIM, we don't exackly see what we could do with YOU in his place.
'There's a man I know, observed Caffyn, 'who's going out to a coffee estate somewhere in Southern India, the Annamalli Hills, I think he said; he was wanting some one with a little experience to go out with him the other day. He's a rattling good fellow too Gilroy, his name is. I don't know if you'd care to meet him. You might think it good enough to join him, at all events for a trial.
For the words ran, 'H. of his own accord decided to leave England without further delay. Started yesterday. That could only mean one thing after what Caffyn had said when they met last. Vincent had gone with Gilroy. In India he would be comparatively harmless; it would be even possible now to carry out some scheme by which the book could be restored without scandal. At last the danger was past!
So I should, only that Charles Sadler would rush upstairs to know what was the matter. Besides, I must remember that I am Professor Gilroy. An old professor may afford to be natural, but when fortune has given one of the first chairs in the university to a man of four-and-thirty he must try and act the part consistently. What a fellow Wilson is!
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