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Hapgood waited as long as he could for Conniston to go on, and when there came no further information he asked, incredulously: "You don't mean that, do you, Greek? You don't intend to stop off all alone out here in this rotten wilderness?" "Yes, I do. If you won't stop with me." "But how about me? What am I to do? Here I am busted! What do you think I'm going to do?"
"I took him over to my wife, and my wife climbed all over him, and we chatted round for a bit, and then I worked off my wife on a bunch of people we knew and I got old Sabre on to a secluded bench and started in on him. What on earth was he doing down at Brighton, and how were things? "He said 'Things...? Things are happening with me, Hapgood. Not to me with me.
I'll explain. At the sign of the local Whisky Barrel there is a game of faro now in progress. Two very charming young gentlemen, named Jimmie and Bart, punchers of cattle, whatever that may be, are deciding things for Roger Hapgood and William Conniston, Junior, of New York. Each of the amateur gamblers and they actually do play very badly, Roger! has before him a hundred dollars of my money.
Presently the door was opened softly, and the doctor came in, with Parson Fair and Jonas Hapgood. Madelon, in her snow-powdered red cloak, came last. David started up fiercely when he saw her; then he stood back and waited. The doctor bent over Lot and began counting his pulse. He eyed him sharply. "The pendulum still swings," said Lot. The doctor started.
"That is the strangest part of it," replied her husband. "He came in this noon, dripping wet, and Mrs. Hapgood hasn't been able to make him tell what had happened." "Oh, mamma!" The doctor and his wife both started up, at the sound of the strange, stifled voice.
Truly yours, for our flag and our country. "Well, if that gal ain't a trump, then there ain't no snakes in Virginny!" exclaimed Hapgood. "She's got the true grit, and no mistake." "That's so," replied the recipient of the gift, thoughtfully, as he bent down, and began to pull off the sock which encased his left foot.
We will go now. Come, Daniel." Hapgood bowed. "You would wish me to stay 'ere as I've done, ma'am?" he asked. "Yes. You may stay, for the present. Cap'n Dott and I will pay your regular wages as long as we need you." "Thank you kindly, ma'am.
"Amen!" replied Hapgood, who was watching the operation in full sympathy with his protege. "Eh! what's this?" added Tom, for his foot had met with an obstruction in its passage down the leg. He pulled off the sock, and thrusting his hand into it, took therefrom a letter enclosed in an envelope. "See that, uncle?" said he, exhibiting the prize. "What is it, Tom? Open it quick," replied Hapgood.
"We are off on the 29th," said old Hapgood, one evening, as he entered the barrack where Tom was writing a letter to his mother. "Good! I am glad to hear it. I was just telling my mother that I hoped we should not have to stay much longer in this place," replied Tom. "I think we are having an easy time of it here," added the veteran.
When he was removed and they had left him, Nona said to Hapgood as they came down the steps of the County Hospital, "There was a thing he was so fond of, Mr. Hapgood: "...O Wind, If Winter comes, can Spring be far behind? "It comes to me now. There must be a turning now. If he dies ... still, a turning."
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