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"Where have you been?" "To London, dear Mrs. Ashford. I did not know you were ill. I came back with Mr. Ashford." "John!" exclaimed Lucy, the colour rising in her face. "My father as well?" "Yes," said the girl. "I will call them." She did so, and a moment later John and Mr. Harker entered the room.
"That looks very much as if it was meant for Cruden," said Harker "all except the name. If it is, that was Tuesday he was remanded, and to-day is the day he is to be brought up again. Oh, why didn't we know this before?" "Yes. I knew I was to blame. I knew it all along," said Booms, taking every expression of regret as a personal castigation.
From Fort Riley the expedition marched to Fort Harker, seventy-two miles farther west, on the Smoky Hill, where the force was increased by the addition of two more troops of cavalry. Remaining there only long enough to replenish their commissary supplies, the march was directed to Fort Larned on the Old Santa Fe Trail.
Suffice it, that a little after the night had closed, the cart was brought to a standstill in a woody road; where the sergeant lifted from among the parcels, and tenderly deposited upon the wayside, the inanimate form of Harker. "If you come-to before daylight," thought the sergeant, "I shall be surprised for one."
A timid, insane hope sprang in the breast of Harker. Was it possible? Was there something in his playing? It had, indeed, seemed to him at times as if he got a kind of a richness out of it. Was he a genius? Meantime the military gentleman stumbled over the air. "No," said the unhappy Harker, "that's not quite it. It goes this way just to show you."
Hastily shutting the ledger before which he was seated, and covering the deeds and documents with a large sheet of paper, the old man rose and opened the door. It was his son-in-law, John Ashford, and at the sight of his round, kindly face, Harker staggered back, and clutched at the table. "Lucy!" he gasped out. "Is she ill?" "All right!
To her imagination it suggested complete failure for her mission. "Is he the owner? Is he Mr. Sternford?" Her questions came in a hushed tone that was almost awed. "No. That's Bat Bat Harker. He's mill-boss." "I see." There was relief in Nancy's tone. But it passed as the seaman continued. "Maybe he's waiting for you though. Are they wise you're coming along?
"I should like to ask one question, Mr. Coroner," he said. "What asylum did this yer last witness escape from?" "Mr. Harker," said the coroner, gravely and tranquilly, "from what asylum did you last escape?" Harker flushed crimson again, but said nothing, and the seven jurors rose and solemnly filed out of the cabin.
"I opened my eyes and here was ol' Jim Burnett with that double-barrel shotgun throwed down on me, I knew there was no use tryin' to get the play away from him, either; only a day or two before that he'd stuck up Johnny Harker and fined him a bunch of three-year-old steers for shootin' up the town. So I obeyed orders and
A couple of shillings would purchase them coal and food, and they were much in need of both. John was sitting by the scanty fire, with his daughter's shawl over his shoulders, looking wan, wasted, and desponding. 'Mr Benjamin, the landlord, Mr Glegg, said Harker. John knew they owed a little rent, and was afraid they had come to demand it. 'I'm sorry my daughter's out, gentlemen, he said.
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