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Harber answered the captain's gleam of teeth with one of his own, and they turned their backs upon the water and went to Harber's room, where they could have their fill of talk undisturbed.
Well, if the indictment were true, there was proof to be had in Barton's leather case! Harber, having called the doctor, went to his stateroom. He opened the leather case. Inside a cover of yellow oiled silk he found first a certificate of deposit for three thousand pounds, and beneath it a packet of letters. He unwrapped them.
I came out for precisely the same reason myself," he remarked. "You did?" said Barton, looking at him sadly. "Well, luck was with you, then. You look so so damned fit! You can go back to her ... while I ... ain't it hell? Ain't it?" he demanded fiercely. "Yes," admitted Harber, "it is. But at the same time, I'm not sure that anything's ever really lost. If she's worth while "
My two professional scouts, Jordaan and Mellema, had also reconnoitred the village from another direction, and had brought back confirmatory information and the news that Lydenburg was occupied by about 2,000 British soldiers, consisting of the Manchester Regiment and the First Royal Irish, together with a corps of "hands-uppers" under the notorious Harber.
Who shall say how love goes or comes? Its ways are a sacred, insoluble mystery, no less. But it had gone for Harber: and just as surely, though so suddenly, had it come! Yes, life had bitterly tricked him at last. She had sent him this girl ... too late! The letter in the envelope was written to tell Janet Spencer that within six weeks he would be in Tawnleytown to claim her in marriage.
He was emaciated to an alarming degree and his complexion was of the pale, yellow-green that spoke of many recurrences of malaria. The signs were familiar to Harber. He sat down beside Barton, and, as the other looked at him half a dozen times tentatively, he presently spoke to him. "You've had a bad time of it, haven't you?" "Terrible," said Barton frankly. "They say I'm convalescent now.
Born there? Don't say so! I was, too. "Gambrel? Gambrel?" Sweetest spot beneath the skies When the canker-worms don't rise, When the dust, that sometimes flies Into your mouth and ears and eyes. In a quiet slumber lies, NOT in the shape of unbaked pies Such as barefoot children prize. A kind of harber it seems to be, Facing the flow of a boundless sea.
You ask me right now, and I can't tell you. But if you'd asked me before I got like this, I could have told you quick enough. With some men, I suppose, it's just an acquisitive nature. With me, that didn't cut any figure. With me, it was a girl. I wanted to make the most I could for her in the shortest time. A girl ... well...." Harber nodded. "I understand.
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