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Billy winced and changed color. She had noticed the pause, and she knew very well what it was that Calderwell had said to occasion that pause. Must always she be reminded that no one expected Bertram Henshaw to love any girl except to paint? "But but Mr. Calderwell must know about the engagement now," she stammered.
"Your Grace has but to speak your wishes, and the nymphs of the Tay are as favourable as the fair ones upon the shore. Hark! it is a lute." "A lute!" said the Duke of Rothsay, listening; "it is, and rarely touched. I should remember that dying fall. Steer towards the boat from whence the music comes." "It is old Henshaw," said Ramorny, "working up the stream. How, skipper!"
Henshaw an' a man came out of your house an' got in, an' drove right away quick! They just ran to get into it, too didn't they?" She appealed to her young mates grouped about her. A chorus of shrill exclamations brought Mr. Bertram Henshaw suddenly to his senses.
Henshaw made a gesture of despair. "I tell you," he said emphatically, "it wasn't me. I told you so last night. You get an idea in your head and " "That'll do," said his wife, sharply. "I saw you, George Henshaw, as plain as I see you now. You were tickling her ear with a bit o' straw, and that good-for-nothing friend of yours, Ted Stokes, was sitting behind with another beauty.
Henshaw was looking at him steadfastly through eyes that blazed with hate. "I wonder if you quite know whom and what you are trying to champion," he snarled. "Perfectly," was the cool reply. "A much wronged and cruelly persecuted lady. You had better postpone what you have to say till this afternoon, when we will come to an understanding as to your conduct.
Under his directions Mr. Henshaw also darkened his eyebrows and beard with a little burnt cork until Mr. Stokes declared that his own mother wouldn't know him. "Now, be careful," said Mr. Stokes, as they set off. "Be bright and cheerful; be a sort o' ladies' man to her, same as she saw you with the one on the 'bus.
And she couldn't be a New York society girl; she'd have to be working some place, in a store or office don't you see? How could you have a swell young New Yorker with a wronged sister? Real society girls never get wronged unless their father loses his money, and then it's never anything serious enough to kill a heavy for. No that's out." "Wait, I have it." Henshaw beamed with a new inspiration.
"Unless it was a sudden quarrel." "There appears," Major Freeman put in, "to be no evidence whatever of anything leading up to that." "No; the cause is so far quite mysterious," Henshaw said. It seemed to Gifford that there was something of undisclosed knowledge behind his words, and he fell to wondering how far the motive was mysterious to him.
Give us him, an' the rest of you'll be saved. If you won't trust us, we'll bring you food and water enough to keep you alive till we reach shore. Give us Henshaw and " He broke off, for he heard the harsh, ringing laughter of White Henshaw. The captain held up his revolver. "No use, Hovey," he called. "I fired five shots, but I saved one for myself. Ha, ha, ha!"
Henshaw could answer, Cyril, who had got to his feet, turned sharply. "Is it who?" he demanded. "Oh! Oh, Mr. Henshaw," stammered the girl. "I beg your pardon. I didn't know you were here. It was only that I wanted to know which baby it was. We thought we had Dot with us, until " "Dot! Dimple!" exploded the man. "Do you mean to say you have given my sons the ridiculous names of 'Dot' and 'Dimple'?"
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